The Little Turtle

childrens book illustration by bob ostrom

Ker-floop, and just like that the little turtle disappeared beneath the surface hiding amongst rocks and stones at the bottom of the cold mountain lake. The three friends shuffled back to their cabin empty-handed. They would have to look elsewhere for a friendly swimming pet they could call their own.

Stories from Donutville

donut illustration done in procreate app by bob ostrom

Donut Boy smiled and looked up at the bright blue summer sky. The world was filled with possibility. Neither spoke for fear of breaking the magical spell, they simply took in the moment as the ancient city transport shuttle lurched and sputtered its way up the steep gravel road. The young driver searched in vain for a gear that would ease the strain but the hissing rattling engine refused to yield. The transmission complained loudly as the shuttle belched thick black diesel exhaust into the quiet morning air.

Donut boy was the first to break the silence. “I liked yummy things”, he gleaned. Travel Mug looked away slowly shaking his aching head, a dull throbbing pain just behind his left eye caused him to blink awkwardly. A swell day…a swell day indeed