4 thoughts on “Just a Thought

  1. samthornesite says:

    I’m not surprised you got a publication with this! It’s moving, sad, and acutely funny in places, too. And a really nice about-face at the end, which I shan’t ruin for others.

    I giggled over the tomato seeds. People do worry about strange things. My father has a special bacon glare which he sends my way whenever I have a BLT, even though I have minimalist mayo and plenty of salad…

    I am sorry for not commenting much of late; that is no lack of interest (I’ve been reading!) but I’ve been struggling with work, nearly-single-parenthood, and um… hot flushes. Sorry, TMI, lol!! Anyway, I wanted to make a point of saying how much I loved this one πŸ™‚

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    • Ina Morata says:

      Thank you! I wasn’t sure whether to post this one, as it’s rather outside my usual remit. However, I remember vividly the emotions I had when I first heard the story that inspired this piece of fiction, so I felt it appropriately emotive.

      I’m glad you enjoyed it’s comic aspect (which is a rarity for my workβ€”if not my emails!). Your father’s bacon glare sounds…interesting…!

      You never need apologise for not commenting. Believe me, I empathise with all your current struggles! If you need a chat, you know where I am. Hugs. x

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  2. lurvspanking says:

    You have no usual remit. Everything you write leaves me open mouthed and begging for more… prose… get your mind out of the gutter. πŸ˜‰

    Having been in too many hospital rooms to count, as a visitor, never a patient, this story brings with it the sights and sounds and smells of the ward. You never get used to it, the despair and brusqueness of nurses who have too much to do and can’t become attached.

    Oh, and I HATE tomatoes, the raw kind, makes me puke. 😦

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    • Ina Morata says:

      When has my mind EVER been in the gutter, Sir…? πŸ˜‰

      I totally agree about hospitals. There’s not a hospital ward, or a room, I’ve been in as patient or visitor that I can’t still smell and relive, unfortunately. (Dreadful double negative!).

      I can’t stand raw tomatoes, either. They have to be disguised to the point of being unrecognisable in taste or texture when cooked, too. Ketchup’s fine. πŸ˜€

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