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Tale Weaver #133: under red skies, don’t step on a penny

Step on a crack, break your mother’s back.

Find a penny, pick it up, give it away, double your luck.

Red sky at night, sailors’/shepherds’ delight/Red sky at morning, sailors’/shepherds’ take warning.

Rhythms of superstitions were a strong part of my childhood.

Each culture has its superstitions on what leads to good or bad luck.

Take an existing superstition, or create one of your own.

Weave a tale where this superstition is followed or broken. What is the result?

What are the consequences for your character and their world?

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I await your four-leaf clover of a tale.

This is my last Tale Weaver prompt; I want to thank Michael for his patience and understanding throughout my time as a tale weaver. And to all those who participated, thanks for playing along.

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"Not all those who wander are lost" JRR Tolkien

14 comments on “Tale Weaver #133: under red skies, don’t step on a penny

  1. Michael
    August 17, 2017

    This is a good final task Lorraine…..thanks to you for all you have offered we humble tale weavers….

  2. Lorraine
    August 17, 2017

    You need not be too humble, Michael. Your wonderous imagination creates exceptionally well woven tales, and you are a prompster extraordinaire!
    I leave Tale Weavers in the most artful hands.
    Enjoy!

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  5. Reena Saxena
    August 18, 2017

    A social media post NEO SUPERSTITIONS?

    My mum used to cut chicken, chop eggs and spread butter on bread on the same cutting board with the same knife and no bleach, but we didn’t seem to get food poisoning.

    Our school sandwiches were wrapped in wax paper in a brown paper bag, not in ice pack coolers, but I can’t remember getting e.Coli

    Almost all of us would have rather gone swimming in the lake or at the beach instead of a pristine pool (talk about boring), no beach closures then.

    We all took PE … And risked permanent injury with a pair of Dunlop sandshoes instead of having cross-training athletic shoes with air cushion soles and built in light reflectors that cost as much as a small car. I can’t recall any injuries but they must have happened because they tell us how much safer we are now.

    We got the cane for doing something wrong at school, they used to call it discipline yet we all grew up to accept the rules and to honour & respect those older than us.
    We had 50 kids in our class and we all learned to read and write, do maths and spell almost all the words needed to write a grammatically correct letter… , FUNNY THAT!!
    We all said prayers in school irrespective of our religion, sang the national anthem and no one got upset.

    Staying in detention after school caught all sorts of negative attention we wish we hadn’t got.

    I thought that I was supposed to accomplish something before I was allowed to be proud of myself.

    I just can’t recall how bored we were without computers, Play Station, Nintendo, X-box or 270 digital TV cable stations. We weren’t!!

    Oh yeah … And where was the antibiotics and sterilisation kit when I got that bee sting? I could have been killed!

    We played “King of the Hill” on piles of gravel left on vacant building sites and when we got hurt, mum pulled out the 2/6p bottle of iodine and then we got our backside spanked.

    Now it’s a trip to the emergency room, followed by a 10 day dose of antibiotics and then mum calls the lawyer to sue the contractor for leaving a horribly vicious pile of gravel where it was such a threat.

    To top it off, not a single person I knew had ever been told that they were from a dysfunctional family. How could we possibly have known that?

    We never needed to get into group therapy and/or anger management classes. We were obviously so duped by so many societal ills, that we didn’t even notice that the entire country wasn’t taking Prozac!

    How did we ever survive?

    • Lorraine
      August 18, 2017

      It is a wonder, isn’t it! I made it through school with a deathly peanut allergy, no one believed I had, without an epipen.
      The bit about mum calling the lawyer is so true. People sue over their own stupidity or the ordinary parts of life.
      Thanks for the Neo Superstitions!

      • Reena Saxena
        August 18, 2017

        I have heard tutors being reprimanded and reminded of the fee they are paid, for a child’s under-performance in school.

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  7. Jael Sook
    August 19, 2017

    I’m sorry this is your last one.

    • Lorraine
      August 19, 2017

      Time to take a break from prompting/blogging. Step back and see what other roses there are to smell.
      Thanks for your support and participation!

      • Jael Sook
        August 19, 2017

        Then perhaps you’ll be back after a restful hiatus… 🙂 🙂

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