A dose of fetish. Good friends. An incomparable muse.
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.