The Five Wishes of Mr. Murray McBride by Joe Siple
Book 1 of 2: Murray McBride
Lemon Grove, Illinois
Twenty Years Earlier
Bran Flakes. Every morning for longer than this old brain can remember. Since Jenny died, anyhow. Chalky and bland and disgusting. But I’m not one of those picky folk who need the most expensive caviar for every meal. Never have been.
I stare at the Bran Flakes like they’re a worthy opponent. I’ll attempt to chew and swallow and they’ll try to kill me with a lack of flavor. May the best man win.
It’s my birthday – the Big Ten-Oh- which does nothing but remind me I have no one left. No family, except a greedy grandson who rarely visits. No friends, except the grocery check-out clerk with the pierced nostril – a sparkly hoop I can’t help but stare at. I’m not proud of it, but I want to include my Internist, Doc Keaton, on that list of friends. Why else would he insist on a birthday physical? A glance at the clock tells me I’ll be late for the appointment, but what do I care? Get to be my age, and people don’t expect much of you.