We’ve tried you in everything.
Classroom, baker’s, weaver’s guild, butcher’s, child-minders’…
Even the pigs don’t like you.
The goats just ignore you…they ate our father’s best shirt last week.
She just couldn’t pay attention. Something else called, and it wasn’t in their village.
You’re crap at traps, too!
Jor winced at the insult. Mary put a hand on their Father’s shoulder; she took over speaking.
Now that you’ve had your first blood…
You have to choose a trade.
How about metallurgy?
Jor dropped her head and wished the intervention was over. She really had tried all those things, but none held her attention. Not like the stories she read of life on the sea.
We’re running out of ideas.
The wooden chair leapt back as Father rose from the kitchen table, and strode over to the door. He turned and spoke once more before slamming the door behind him.
That’s it, Jordana. Show some initiative, or we’ll marry you off to that mountain hermit!
Well THAT clearly wasn’t going to happen. She’d fake illness and leave Sunday during church.
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2025)
Just Jot January Day 14 – Prompt: INITIATIVE from Fandango. Be sure to visit their blog to read or just say hi! See what other folks have done with the prompt, or add your own!
Valley of the Trolls 
A job you can quit quite easily, marriage to a hermit? Not so much. I say run!
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