The Four Horsemen, Part 2

The hour passes too slowly, and now Famine looks towards the door with a lick of his lips. His belly shamefully protrudes over his belt. He is walking paradox-always fat yet famished, for it is the greed of others that feeds his hunger and denies any satiation. Death looks at his brother with pity, for he knows neither hunger nor desire. He was the hardest to convince to leave their mothers-the Three Fates-when the time came. Death was a momma's boy after all, tall and awkward, never knowing what to do with his hands. But it sickened him to sit at his mother's feet and catch the lives she cut. It wasn't until after they snuck away in the dead of night, asking anyone for sanctuary and finding none, that the gallery owner opened his doors and said, come and see.

The Four Horsemen, Part 2 - by Nancy Hightower, 2011