A Modern Moral Fairy Tale
10.0
And this would still not be a story (except to say that life in the village went on in the same time-honored way it always had, that the boy grew up and had a child with the tailor’s daughter and went to the city to find work and never came back again and his daughter did the same and her son did the same), but that the flickering screens of the internet café enticed the boy.
The internet café had been set up before flat screen LCD monitors and only boasted Internet Explorer 7 and as the years went by, fewer and fewer options were available to the boy for everyone forgot to come to the internet café and offer upgrades. But even so, the internet café showed the boy luxuries he could not even begin to understand, such as jacuzzis and airplane rides that took one from one large village and deposited one into another large village that looked exactly the same.
