In 100 words I tell a story for Friday Fictioneers, which is prompted by the attached picture, copy righted to Ted Strutz . I call my story “Buzzing Electrician.”
He followed in footsteps he adored and trusted, his Dad’s. It was 1957 and Daddy did all the odd jobs needed; you had to when you lived in the middle of nowhere in South Africa.
He loved tools better than toys, he was only three, worked alongside copying and learning.
One day, screwdriver in hand he ran to Daddy,
“Daddy, bees live in there!” Pointing back to a socket on the wall.
A fair observation of mild electrocution; happens if you stick a screwdriver into an available hole in the wall!
The budding electrician was watched more closely after that.