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The White Sign

I was driving home from work late one night in Kansas. It was about three o'clock and I'd had a rough day. The area was remote, almost fifteen miles from the nearest town. There were homes here and there and a few farms.
    In the glare of my headlights I saw a woman walking along the road. Thinking that perhaps her husband had driven her from her home or she was in trouble of some description, I stopped beside her and asked if I could be of service. She said no thanks. I asked if she would like a ride somewhere and she said okay and climbed in. She remarked that she was just out for a walk on a hot summer night and I agreed that it was a pleasant night to be out.
     We had probably only gone a mile before she said, "Let me out at the white sign up ahead." She got out at the sign and said thanks. I drove on home meditating on the encounter and wondering about it as any writer would.
    The next day on my way to work I drove by the white sign and stopped to read it. It said Cemetery.
CE Wills from the boondocks.

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