Verdigris Ravine we both knew it was true

little feet scurried down the water-scoured sandstone. overhead, a sharp summer moon cast its cold glow down the ravine below. qiao turned an ear towards the receding patter, her narrow profile illuminated in thin moonlight. 

the crone made her way down verdigris’s  bowels, where dark rushwater spilled out from unseen caverns. she set camp under a gnarled overhang of redrock. here water gently lapped the riverstone studded shallows, and sedges swirled gently from the current.