Friday Fictioneer: rare-earth
“What’s a car?”
“Combustible engine that ran on gasoline.”
“A product that came from oil that came out of the ground.”
“I thought rare-earth came from the ground.”
“You punking me, young one?”
“No, but if you’re going to explain something, you should do a better job of it, old one,” the 15 year old said with a grin. “Now about rare-earth.”
“You talking about rare-earth mineral or element? Or maybe you mean rare-earth oxides. You talking about finding it on the ground, on the Earth’s crust, on the bottom of the ocean?”
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Friday Fictioneers is a challenge to write a 100 word story from a photo prompt. It’s hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, anyone can play. Click HERE to read other Fictioneers’ stories.
Exactly! ummmm…. is this our future?
Come the day…
Not the best teacher 🙂
From generation to generation…hmmm. Bleak.
Nicely described communication problem. The generations often struggle to talk to each other
Some things clearly never change!
Funny, but so true.
You whippersnappers think they know everything. Glad the adult gave them the rap upside the head with the cane. Good one.
I like your comment the best. Funny and just the right amount of attitude. ;0)
You = young. Sorry for the typo!
I do that too. My send response sometimes moves faster than my proof reader. ;0)
Uh huh 🙂
Seems to me the ancient elder got the best of that conversation 🙂
Yes he did. Ha!
It seems like the old one knew a bit about rare earth as well…
Yes, he certainly surprised the young one.