A LITTLE THOUGHT

For far too many years it had been nagging at her, the same old thought bouncing around in her head, side to side, up and down, around and around, taking most of her concentration. A single thought.

She can't remember when it started, exactly, or what triggered it off, it was just one of those thoughts, you know, like a tune you hear and even if you don't like it, you can't get it out of your mind and walk around humming and whistling it all day often for days: not for years, though, like this thought.

She just could not get a tangible grip on it though. A question she believes it to be, therefore it seemed to require an answer, but it is always just out of reach. A question, but not of her making, but not being able to catch on to the thought for long enough to find out just what the question is. If she could she could perhaps find the answer and get rid of the thought once and for all.

She turned the TV off, again, just one of countless times, it was pointless trying to even listen to it, to even simply watch it. It was even a pest just to have on in the background. She hadn't really seen any programme for years, not since the thought had got in to her brain. The thought had in fact ruined her life, not being able to concentrate on much else. She had lost her job, friends, husband, most things that required concentration of purpose.

Perhaps another drink?

She can't remember when it started, exactly, or what triggered it off, it was just one of those thoughts, you know, like a tune you hear and even if you don't like it, you can't get it out of your mind and walk around humming and whistling it all day often for days: not for years, though, like this thought.

She just could not get a tangible grip on it though. A question she believes it to be, therefore it seemed to require an answer, but it is always just out of reach. A question, but not of her making, but not being able to catch on to the thought for long enough to find out just what the question is. If she could she could perhaps find the answer and get rid of the thought once and for all.

For far too many years it had been nagging at her, the same old thought bouncing around in her head, side to side, up and down, around and around, taking most of her concentration. A single thought.

She turned the TV off, again, just one of countless times, it was pointless trying to even listen to it, to even simply watch it. It was even a pest just to have on in the background. She hadn't really seen any programme for years, not since the thought had got in to her brain. The thought had in fact ruined her life, not being able to concentrate on much else.

She just could not get a tangible grip on it though. A question she believes it to be, therefore it seemed to require an answer, but it is always just out of reach. A question, but not of her making, but not being able to catch on to the thought for long enough to find out just what the question is. If she could she could perhaps find the answer and get rid of the thought once and for all.

Perhaps another drink? No, that never worked.

She turned the TV off, again, just one of countless times, it was pointless trying to even listen to it, to even simply watch it. It was even a pest just to have on in the background. She hadn't really seen any programme for years, not since the thought had got in to her brain.

The thought had in fact ruined her life, not being able to concentrate on much else. She had lost her job, friends, husband, most things that required concentration of purpose.

A question, but not of her making, but not being able to catch on to the thought for long enough to find out just what the question is. If she could she could perhaps find the answer and get rid of the thought once and for all.

She turned the TV off, again, just one of countless times, it was pointless trying to even listen to it, to even simply watch it. It was even a pest just to have on in the background. She hadn't really seen any programme for years, not since the thought had got in to her brain. The thought had in fact ruined her life, not being able to concentrate on much else. She had lost her job, friends, husband, most things that required concentration of purpose.

She can't remember when it started, exactly, or what triggered it off, it was just one of those thoughts, you know, like a tune you hear and even if you don't like it, you can't get it out of your mind and walk around humming and whistling it all day often for days: not for years, though, like this thought.

She turned the TV off, again, just one of countless times, it was pointless trying to even listen to it, to even simply watch it. It was even a pest just to have on in the background. She hadn't really seen any programme for years, not since the thought had got in to her brain. The thought had in fact ruined her life, not being able to concentrate on much else. She had lost her job, friends, husband, most things that required concentration of purpose.

For far too many years it had been nagging at her, the same old thought bouncing around in her head, side to side, up and down, around and around, taking most of her concentration. A single thought.

Maybe if she tried to sleep?

She can't remember when it started, exactly, or what triggered it off, it was just one of those thoughts, you know, like a tune you hear and even if you don't like it, you can't get it out of your mind and walk around humming and whistling it all day often for days: not for years, though, like this thought.

She had lost her job, friends, husband, most things that required concentration of purpose.

For far too many years it had been nagging at her, the same old thought bouncing around in her head, side to side, up and down, around and around, taking most of her concentration. A single thought.

She can't remember when it started, exactly, or what triggered it off, it was just one of those thoughts, you know, like a tune you hear and even if you don't like it, you can't get it out of your mind and walk around humming and whistling it all day often for days: not for years, though, like this thought.

She just could not get a tangible grip on it though. A question she believes it to be, therefore it seemed to require an answer, but it is always just out of reach. A question, but not of her making, but not being able to catch on to the thought for long enough to find out just what the question is. If she could she could perhaps find the answer and get rid of the thought once and for all.

She turned the TV off, again, just one of countless times, it was pointless trying to even listen to it, to even simply watch it. It was even a pest just to have on in the background. She hadn't really seen any programme for years, not since the thought had got in to her brain. The thought had in fact ruined her life, not being able to concentrate on much else. She had lost her job, friends, husband, most things that required concentration of purpose.

She can't remember when it started, exactly, or what triggered it off, it was just one of those thoughts, you know, like a tune you hear and even if you don't like it, you can't get it out of your mind and walk around humming and whistling it all day often for days: not for years, though, like this thought.

She just could not get a tangible grip on it though. A question she believes it to be, therefore it seemed to require an answer, but it is always just out of reach. A question, but not of her making, but not being able to catch on to the thought for long enough to find out just what the question is. If she could she could perhaps find the answer and get rid of the thought once and for all.

For far too many years it had been nagging at her, the same old thought bouncing around in her head, side to side, up and down, around and around, taking most of her concentration. A single thought.

She turned the TV off, again, just one of countless times, it was pointless trying to even listen to it, to even simply watch it. It was even a pest just to have on in the background. She hadn't really seen any programme for years, not since the thought had got in to her brain. The thought had in fact ruined her life, not being able to concentrate on much else.

She just could not get a tangible grip on it though. A question she believes it to be, therefore it seemed to require an answer, but it is always just out of reach. A question, but not of her making, but not being able to catch on to the thought for long enough to find out just what the question is. If she could she could perhaps find the answer and get rid of the thought once and for all.

Pain killers? Wasn't a pain though was it?

She turned the TV off, again, just one of countless times, it was pointless trying to even listen to it, to even simply watch it. It was even a pest just to have on in the background. She hadn't really seen any programme for years, not since the thought had got in to her brain.

The thought had in fact ruined her life, not being able to concentrate on much else. She had lost her job, friends, husband, most things that required concentration of purpose.

She just could not get a tangible grip on it though. A question she believes it to be, therefore it seemed to require an answer, but it is always just out of reach. A question, but not of her making, but not being able to catch on to the thought for long enough to find out just what the question is. If she could she could perhaps find the answer and get rid of the thought once and for all.

A question, but not of her making, but not being able to catch on to the thought for long enough to find out just what the question is. If she could she could perhaps find the answer and get rid of the thought once and for all.

She turned the TV off, again, just one of countless times, it was pointless trying to even listen to it, to even simply watch it. It was even a pest just to have on in the background. She hadn't really seen any programme for years, not since the thought had got in to her brain. The thought had in fact ruined her life, not being able to concentrate on much else. She had lost her job, friends, husband, most things that required concentration of purpose.

She can't remember when it started, exactly, or what triggered it off, it was just one of those thoughts, you know, like a tune you hear and even if you don't like it, you can't get it out of your mind and walk around humming and whistling it all day often for days: not for years, though, like this thought.

Maybe if she tried to sleep? That never helped though.

Pain killers?

She turned the TV off, again, just one of countless times, it was pointless trying to even listen to it, to even simply watch it. It was even a pest just to have on in the background. She hadn't really seen any programme for years, not since the thought had got in to her brain. The thought had in fact ruined her life, not being able to concentrate on much else. She had lost her job, friends, husband, most things that required concentration of purpose.

For far too many years it had been nagging at her, the same old thought bouncing around in her head, side to side, up and down, around and around, taking most of her concentration. A single thought.

She just could not get a tangible grip on it though. A question she believes it to be, therefore it seemed to require an answer, but it is always just out of reach. A question, but not of her making, but not being able to catch on to the thought for long enough to find out just what the question is. If she could she could perhaps find the answer and get rid of the thought once and for all.

Maybe if she tried to sleep? Perhaps another drink? No, that never worked.

She had lost her job, friends, husband, most things that required concentration of purpose.

She can't remember when it started, exactly, or what triggered it off, it was just one of those thoughts, you know, like a tune you hear and even if you don't like it, you can't get it out of your mind and walk around humming and whistling it all day often for days: not for years, though, like this thought.

Pain killers? Wasn't a pain though was it?

She had lost her job, friends, husband, most things that required concentration of purpose. She had lost her job, friends, husband, most things that required concentration of purpose.