He thinks that when he walks, his own feet propel the earth: that his movements keep the world going round. Literally. Each stride supplies the momentum for another motion forward, the ground shifting backwards beneath him, away into the distance.
Except, when he stops walking.
But then, it's quite possible that the earth doesn't need to move all the time, that in fact, it could probably manage quite well, hanging around, as it were, while he sits in the Cafe Noir, sipping his cappuccino, listening to the idle chittering of the waitress birds.
(from ‘How the World Turns)
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About the Author
Colin Garrow grew up in a former mining town in Northumberland. He has worked in a plethora of professions including: taxi driver, antiques dealer, drama facilitator, theatre director and fish processor, and has occasionally masqueraded as a pirate. All Colin's books are available as eBooks and most are also out in paperback, too. His short stories have appeared in several literary mags, including: SN Review, Flash Fiction Magazine, Word Bohemia, Every Day Fiction, The Grind, A3 Review, 1,000 Words, Inkapture and Scribble Magazine. He currently lives in a humble cottage in North East Scotland where he writes novels, stories, poems and the occasional song.
"Life does not consist of 'sort of'. Life consists of living. Living for yourself, for you.” (14) These are a collection of soulful tales. Colin’s words are a playful dance of poetry when describing the simplest of objects such as a shed. However, there also lies a glimmer of confusion and disparity. I mean, what kind of fool drills a hole in his head? Weird. One of the stories had a “Norman Bates” quality—a B&B keeper is still holding on to his dead wife….literally! I thought that was a good one since I love Psycho. Although lyrical in prose, stories can be a little vague, which, I guess, can make them open to interpretation. All in all, I liked some more than others.