They came riding horses of silver and jet. The rags they wore whipped them like a fierce laughter. Everything they touched, they despoiled. Unlike any conquerer in history, they could not be placated by plunder: treasure did not interest them and beautiful youth did not entice them. They did not wish to rule. Their only purpose seemed to be the destruction of everything they touched.
Four siblings hid in the extremes of the land. The one who took after their father's father hid in the desert. The one like their father's mother hid in the clouds. The one who resembled their mother's father hid under the ground. And the one who looked like their mother's mother hid in the ocean. The four of them waited for the fifth one to tell them it was time to strike.
But he would not give the signal until he heard from the four cousins. The cousin who looked like the aunt’s granddaughter worked in a bar called Centerfolds. The one who looked like the uncle’s nephew hid in his trailer, drinking whiskey. The one who looked like the uncle’s uncle was selling timeshares in the Pocono’s. And the one who looked like the aunt’s father's niece was doing time in Morningwood penitentiary for public indecency. The four of them waited for the fifth cousin to tell them when to tell the fifth brother to tell the other brothers to strike.
But the fifth cousin would not contact them until he heard from the four sisters-in-law...
Opening: D Jason Cooper.....Continuation: Matthew