Perfect Family Tales And Other Trivia

The art of the short-story writer is that of the cartoonist. It is the magical craft of creating entire worlds with a few simple strokes of a pen. Tales told by an idiot? Maybe! But my tales are also a mix of reality and fantasy; truth and lies; some based on my own family; others, not. Readers must guess which characters are real; who are inventions - and who are an amalgam of both. Please draw the boundaries for yourself.

Friday, 8 June 2012

‘A Poet’s Heart’

“Funny how a fine poet might make a good doctor,” mused Annie. “After all, it has already happened - sort of upside down.

Anton.Chekhov“Who, for example,  would have said what,    if Stanislaw Lec had met  Anton Chekhov?

“’M’ dear Lec, it would be a good thing if I could tear my heart out of my breast, that heart which has grown so weary of life.’

“’Dr Chekhov. Please. Don't trust the heart, it wants your blood!’ Stanislaw.Lec

“’A nice aphorism, Lec. But can it help me spot a ‘silent’ heart attack? On tip-toe, it  creeps among patients in  hospital wards,  pouncing  with quiet tread on some hapless woman as she lies breathing gently in the wee hours.  Upstairs, downstairs, snooping in my lady’s left chamber – noting where she wouldn’t say her prayers - swinging gaily, first on a  gimcrack snore - then on a tiny trickle of vitality  as it floats through, then  out, one delicately  flared nostril.’” 

Natalie Wood

(Copyright, Natalie Irene Wood – 08 June 2012)

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