Virginia and Georgia skipped along down the rows of tents at the fair. At thirteen the identical twins had been finally granted freedom to roam the fair sans parents. The stopped before the Gypsy fortuneteller’s tent and smiled. The woman looked up as they placed their money on the table. They watched as her hands stroked the crystal ball. She peered into it, then moved in closer, making a noise in the back of her throat.
“The sea shall take your life!”
The girls laughed and skipped away. Neither of them had ever been to the sea before.
Summers later, as a graduation gift to them, their parents took the twins to the seashore. The very first day Virginia ran full pelt into the waves, laughing the whole way. Georgia got to the edge where the water barely lapped her feet and stopped.
“Aren’t you coming in?” Virginia asked her sister.
“No,” Georgia shook her head. “Don’t you remember the fortune teller?”
“Well if the sea’s going to take my life, it’s going to take my life, no reason to avoid it.”
“Yes, but I’d rather not tempt fate.”
Virginia snorted and turned to dive under the waves while Georgia slowly backed up. Neither one of them died that day. In fact, they both led full lives, though Georgia always avoided the sea. Well, until a sudden Tsunami crashed down upon the seaside cottage they were vacationing in.