"room 116"

a young woman approached the nurses station....hi i'm dorothy moore...one of your patients mr. brown left a book of writings here for me to pick up...the head nurse barbara moved closer and in a whisper...”mr. brown passed away two days ago...are you a relative?” “no”...”a friend?”...”no actually I never met mr. brown....well we were friends on the internet”...”i think there was a book put in one of these drawers” noted nurse barbara as she opened and closed drawers.

“was it poetry?” one of the nurses asked....”stories?” asked another....”well mr. brown (ben) wrote each day about the view from his window...describing the events...and the people in such detail and passion (especially a woman who wore many different hats)...i think he had a crush on her...that I felt as though I knew all of them!”....”the beautiful fountain...the park......

“ahhh here it is” said one of the nurses....a small package with d. moore written neatly with ink...and a little smiley face.

“thank you so much!”...as dorothy turned to leave...barbara said...”ms. moore...”we all loved benjamin...he was bedridden for the past year” and a second nurse added...”there's no window in room 116”.......bsp