Here is my story:
by Dr. Mike Reddy (@doctormikereddy)
The three sisters manifested without a single mortal noticing, as only the Apportioners could. Even the fashion photographer, Gundlach, who had just been shooting an uncharacteristic landscape of the flooded square, was pleasantly surprised later by the unexpectedly iconic foreground that appeared in the developing fluid.
Clotho, the youngest, sighed. “I do so hate the mid 20th century. So little made by hand. So many machines.”
“Oh, I quite like their naive sense of accuracy. Such a belief that they’re in control.” her elder, Lachesis, disagreed, before bending over her charts.
Atropos, the oldest, said nothing. So much rebuilding in the last fourteen years. She loved Berlin, especially von der Mark’s tomb, for which she’d granted Schadow more thread.
“Ah, we’re HERE.” Lachesis folded her charts. “This way.”
Clotho followed, unconsciously twisting some thread. “Who is it again that needs our personal attention?”
Atropos silently tested her shears.