Open the Door

Frank did not have time to think twice. He rushed forward and started banging on the door. In the stillness of the night atop the mountain, the sound of his pounding on the door was deafening, echoing across the distant peaks. Even so, not a single person came to open the door. Frank's eyes hardened. He did not have the patience to wait. He turned back to his car and retrieved a heavy retractable iron rod from the trunk. It had been kept as a spare, but now it would serve a different purpose. Frank brandished the rod and struck down at the door of St. Mary Church with force. Just as the rod was about to hit the door, a resigned voice called out from behind, "Oh, you young people, why are you all so hot-headed? Can't you just talk things out instead of trying to destroy my door?" Frank turned around and saw the old man perched on the wall—it was the supposedly powerful old priest! Frank lowered the rod, looked up at the old priest, and said, "If you're as good at divination as they say,