Rainbow Road... Camilla Johnson

constellations no sailor could ever navigate by. In awe, Bartholomew watched as, without warning, the stars were eclipsed by a massive flipper wheeling into the air, and for the second time that day, Bartholomew understood something no one on Earth ever had: the earth was on top of elephants, and he, well, he was on a turtle. He stood, swaying slightly, and grinned at the slow flipper. Curiosity suddenly seized him, and carefully he walked to the lip of the gargantuan shell, peering downward to find out what, in turn, the turtle was standing on. Instead, he discovered only darkness. He teetered on the edge of the turtle’s shell a little longer, looking out into space, and gradually the void seemed very familiar to him, like the sea on a dark night. And the stars began to look a lot like the lights of the town, getting closer. And Bartholomew thought of turtles on empty beaches once again before losing consciousness and tumbling downward, off the edge. — Camilla Johnson