Mary Medlicott, Storyteller and Author - Storyworks

Storytelling Starters ~ Short and Sharp

P1050194A Long Run in Short Shorts has been getting some very nice things said about it. An old friend from University days made me laugh with her comment:

“You manage the shortness very impressively.”

To encourage you to get hold of the book – and there’s plenty of copies left – here are some comments that arrived from people in the storytelling world:

“I’m savouring each story. It’s rather like unwrapping another chocolate – I’ll just have one more…”
Dr Hilary Minns, lecturer and storyteller, Warwick University

“These written versions of your personal stories have also challenged me to stand by the stories I tell, because of what they mean to me … their values are part of me.”
Meg Philp, professional storyteller, Brisbane, Australia

“Each story has made so many pictures and provoked memories of my own.”
Jean Edmiston, professional storyteller, Scotland

Such comments are enough to warm anyone’s heart – even when, this week, it has been so cold. In keeping with the weather here in London, here are two very short, sharp stories. I think I remember that the first one comes from North America (which, of course, is in all of our conversations right now):

Short and sharp: story 1

A flock of ducks (do they come in flocks?) settled onto a lake. The lake froze and so did their tails. In fact, their tails froze into the lake. So when the ducks lifted their wings to fly away, the whole lake went up with them.

P1050188Short and sharp: story 2

A GP I know once had an elderly patient who lived in one of the Barbican towers. One year this patient needed a home visit during the Christmas period. Everywhere was cold and icy. After attending to his patient, my friend took the lift down from high in the tower block where his patient lived and walked out onto the wide-open spaces of the Barbican to go and fetch his car. But he obviously couldn’t quite see where he was going because the next thing he knew, he was up to his middle in a frozen pond. Wet and cold – and with no-one about – all he could do was pull himself out, set off to find his car and drive himself home.

So that’s it for this week. Short and sharp as my father used to say.

 PS: Well, the top photo is not exactly a duck, more of a Canada Goose. But like the ones in the bottom photo, it’s definitely on ice.

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