A Modern Moral Fairy Tale
The village was perched on top of a high ravine to the north, and the buildings
slanted in just so, so you could see deep into the ravine. The first half
of the ravine were stark tan cliffs punctuated with an occasional brave blue
flower. What was once a river long ago had met with too many boulders at the
mouth of the ravine, and had backed up, lazily prepared to wait its turn to leave.