The Five Wishes of Mr. Murray McBride

by Joe Siple

I pick at the corner of my nose, because I’m old and no one cares if I do stuff like that these days.

she gives me a look like I should know it’s not called a heart ward anymore. I do. I just don’t care.

answer, least not one I can put into any context I’m familiar with. But this here’s a skill I’ve developed over the past many years—if I don’t understand something I just grunt a little and things tend to move along just fine.

Surprised me so much I thought I had a disease, ’till I realized I was just old.

Somewhere deep inside, I guess I was hoping they’d see something different. Maybe see a part of who I used to be.