They Travel Together

She met him in a bar in Kansas City. He needed a ride and she could use the company. So they travelled through Kansas and Colorado and on into Utah together. It was a silent trip and she liked that. They conversed only when necessary about gas, restrooms and food.They stopped at a gas station just outside Bluff, Utah. She waited for an hour but he never came back to the car. He was gone. He had left just as quietly as he had entered. As the years rolled by she would sometimes wonder about that fellow traveler, who was he, where did he go, that sort of thing. When she died at 85 after a long and happy life in California where she had escaped to, an old man showed up at her funeral that no one knew. He walked up to the casket, knelled, spoke a few words to the deceased and then left. After he left if you had been a keen observer you may have noticed the small photo, that the man had carried for 60 years, tucked into the folds of the caskets satin lining. It was a photo of a beautiful young woman and written on the back were instructions from the man's boss, " Kill this Bitch, no one leaves me before I am done with them."