"Red sky at night, sailors' delight. Red sky in the morning, sailors' warning. " My story goes like this: A fisherman, who was a father of five children, went out to sea one sunny morning to try his luck again. His family had not eaten a decent meal for over two days now. The children were starving. The fisherman thought he could drop the net for an hour, hoping for a good catch. He was filled with excitement because his boat would be loaded with hundreds of fish. His family would no longer be hungry. But as he was drawing the heavy net back into his boat, thunder and lightning struck. Storm was raging in. The next day, the children were still waiting for their father while their mother was secretly mourning.
I never thought of it that way. When I'd go to a funeral, I was hesitant to wear a red dress. I would ask my husband if it would be rude of me to wear red. So I'd wear black or white to be safe.
Thanks @mariannewest. It just suddenly dawned on me that about a month ago, I commented on a post where I wrote an anecdote/short story. Here's the link:
https://steemit.com/writing/@angelveselinov/stach-short-story-contest-23-a-blood-red-sky-my-first-original-fictional-story-enjoy#@evlachsblog/re-angelveselinov-stach-short-story-contest-23-a-blood-red-sky-my-first-original-fictional-story-enjoy-20180324t134941422z
And that story was also tragic.
Ohhh. Red must bring it out for you :) We are going to give you different colors for happy stories :)
I never thought of it that way. When I'd go to a funeral, I was hesitant to wear a red dress. I would ask my husband if it would be rude of me to wear red. So I'd wear black or white to be safe.