The Five Wishes of Mr. Murray McBride

by Joe Siple

I stumble, but catch myself on a white marble fountain. Water falls out of a bucket tucked under the arm of a naked stone woman. I realize my hands are both wet and holding her breasts, but thankfully no one’s here to see it. I remove my hands, stand up straight, and look more closely at the statue. Wonder if I need to confess this little episode to Father James.

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