
Don’t bother yourself with all that book-learning nonsense, lad. I left school at fifteen and never done me any harm. Straight into the Works and learned a proper trade.
I mean, what’s this supposed to be? Makes no sense. Oh, Greek, is it? I’ll give you Greek, filthy foreign tongue rasping under your dentures like a raspberry pip.
Get a trade, that’s the thing. Electrician maybe—you’re clever,. Not that I hold with it. Mum always said when she changed the gas stove for electric, you could taste the electric. But it’s all going to be electric now, they say.
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Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here. If you want to read my original April 2016 story for this prompt, it’s here

Somebody’s Papaw is on the loose! Come get him! hehehe Clever.
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Thanks so much, Violet
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I can almost hear the combined chorus of sighs from your readers – neat pen portrait, Neil.
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Thanks so much, Jilly
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Dear Neil,
One has to question the wisdom of age in th is story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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The advice may be best ignored, yes
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I wonder what this gentleman does to earn his daily bread? Me thinks not much that is legal… Good characterization of the bozo.
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He’s just an old-fashioned bloke
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I guess to each one their own 🤷🏻♀️
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Or perhaps a little less tolerant than that
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Great voice.
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Thanks so much
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I tried leaving a comment yesterday, but WordPress was hit and miss. On some sites I could others, not. Hopefully this one will stick.
I’m a big proponent of trade schools. Electricians and Plumbers often make more here than college grads and aren’t saddled with debt.
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You made it, Russell
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You have to copy your comment before you hit reply. Then, when your comment disappears, you can just paste it (I learned the hard way)
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Get off my lawn.
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Fair enough
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He’s a bright spark, and he’ll follow his dreams, I’m sure!
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Ha. I see what you did there. Keith
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Ha. I see what you did there, Keith
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Great advice, he could always switch trades later.
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Great advice. Mind you, he could switch trades later.
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Awwww Pa is not one for change methinks. Great voice in this one Neil.
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Thanks so much, Laurie
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i suppose to each his own… and that’s all i can say about. 🙂
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Thanks for reading
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a practical dude
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Yes, though in a most unpractical way
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He’s not wrong. There will always be a need for the trades and not everyone is meant to be book-learnin’ anyhow. ‘Course, doesn’t mean he needs to discount those, either 😉 Nicely done, Neil!
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Thanks so much, Dale
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Great voice, Neil. I loved it, but maybe not the advice!
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Thanks so much, Brenda
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Great story, Neil. I wonder if Mum can taste the cell phones.
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Thanks so much, Will, No, Mum can’t taste much anymore since the cell phone microwaved her brain
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Welcome, Neil. I think we’re all in the same boat as Mum.
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Great story, Neil. I wonder if Mum can taste the cell phone.
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You could taste the electric. Love that line. Good one, Neil.
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Thanks so much, Sandra. That line is a treasured memory
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Strange little story, Neil. I liked it!
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Thanks so much, Nancy
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Taste the electric?
Hmmm…that’s interesting.
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What she was actually tasting, of course, was the absence of gas contaminants
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Oh…well thanks for explaining that. That just makes it MORE interesting!
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