Curling her toes and digging them into the cool sand, she stood on what had become her spot, as the wind rustled her hair softly. Early morning was her favorite time on the beach, the wind was gentle, the sun bright but not too hot and the fact that it was low tide was an added bonus, for the beach seemed to go on forever and the sea was as still as glass. The gentle caress of the wind helped to easy her anxiety about tonight’s ceremony and the activity going on around her, made everything normal.
Every year, when they turned eighteen, the girl children in her village underwent a ceremony where the elder would select a card for each girl and that card would determine their futures. Right now the boys were gathering fire wood for the bonfire, for they were not involved with the ceremony, because their futures were assured, they would follow their fathers to the fishing fleet. Tonight there would be music and feasting, for some, for others there would be grief and despair.
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