Jack Finney includes foreshadowing in his short story “Contents of the Dead Man's Pockets.”
In the first paragraph, Tom Benecke is getting ready to work in his apartment when he decides it is too warm in the room. "Hot in here," he muttered to himself.” In the second paragraph, Finney describes Tom’s physique as being that of a man who could have played basketball in college. Tom attempts to open the window of his eleventh story apartment but is thwarted when it is stuck. He exerts his strength and is able to open the window in spite of the paint in the tracks. This section foreshadows the difficulties Tom will endure balancing on the eleventh story ledge due to his size and opening the window from the outside.
He was a tall, lean, dark-haired young man in a pullover sweater, who looked as though he had played not football, probably, but basketball in college. Now he placed the heels of his hands against the top edge of the lower window frame and shoved upward. But as usual the window didn't budge, and he had to lower his hands and then shoot them hard upward to jolt the window open a few inches. He dusted his hands, muttering.
In addition, when the window slams shut while Tom is balancing on the ledge, the reader can predict that opening the window will be an obstacle he needs to overcome because of his previous problem with opening the window from within the apartment.
He couldn't open the window. It had been pulled not completely closed, but its lower edge was below the level of the outside sill; there was no room to get his fingers underneath it. Between the upper sash and the lower was a gap not wide enough--reaching up, he tried--to get his fingers into; he couldn't push it open. The upper window panel, he knew from long experience, was impossible to move, frozen tight with dried paint.
Another example of foreshadowing occurs when Tom opens the hallway door, which causes the breeze that lifts his yellow worksheet to fly out the window. He is saying good-bye to his wife when a draft goes through the room lifting the paper out onto the ledge of the building. He panics thinking his life will be changed if he does not get to the paper. He believes the work recorded on the paper is his ticket to prestige and a more prosperous career.
Turning, he saw a sheet of white paper drifting to the floor in a series of arcs, and another sheet, yellow, moving toward the window, caught in the dying current flowing through the narrow opening. As he watched, the paper struck the bottom edge of the window and hung there for an instant, plastered against the glass and wood. Then as the moving air stilled completely, the curtains swinging back from the wall to hang free again, he saw the yellow sheet drop to the window ledge and slide over out of sight.
After his ordeal on the ledge, which includes breaking the window to gain entry to the apartment, he throws on his coat, opens the door, and once again, a draft is created. He watches as the yellow worksheet is lifted off his desk and flies out the window. This time, he laughs and races off to join his wife. While on the ledge, he faces death, which changes his outlook on the important things in life.
There he got out his topcoat and hat and, without waiting to put them on, opened the front door and stepped out, to go find his wife. He turned to pull the door closed and the warm air from the hall rushed through the narrow opening again. As he saw the yellow paper, the pencil flying, scooped off the desk and, unimpeded by the glassless window, sail out into the night and out of his life, Tom Benecke burst into laughter and then closed the door behind him.
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