The Window
There were once two men, both seriously ill, in the same
small room of a great hospital. Quite a small room, it had one
window looking out on the world. One of the men, as part of his
treatment, was allowed to sit up in bed for an hour in the
afternoon (something to do with draining the fluid from his
lungs). His bed was next to the window. But the other man had to
spend all his time flat on his back.
Every afternoon when the man next to the window was propped
up for his hour, he would pass the time by describing what he
could see outside. The window apparently overlooked a park where
there was a lake. There were ducks and swans in the lake, and
children came to throw them bread and sail model boats. Young
lovers walked hand in hand beneath the trees, and there were
flowers and stretches of grass, games of softball. And at the
back, behind the fringe of trees, was a fine view of the city
skyline.
The man on his back would listen to the other man describe
all of this, enjoying every minute. He heard how a child nearly
fell into the lake, and how beautiful the girls were in their
summer dresses. His friend's descriptions eventually made him
feel he could almost see what was happening outside.
Then one fine afternoon, the thought struck him: Why should
the man next to the window have all the pleasure of seeing what
was going on? Why shouldn't he get the chance? He felt ashamed,
but the more he tried not to think like that, the worse he wanted
a change. He'd do anything! One night as he stared at the
ceiling, the other man suddenly woke up, coughing and choking,
his hands groping for the button that would bring the nurse
running. But the man watched without moving - even when the sound
of breathing stopped. In the morning, the nurse found the other
man dead, and quietly took his body away.
As soon as it seemed decent, the man asked if he could be
switched to the bed next to the window. So they moved him, tucked
him in, and made him quite comfortable. The minute they left, he
propped himself up on one elbow, painfully and laboriously, and
looked out the window.
It faced a blank wall.
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