Being Places


張心怡

Sometimes when I am late for something, I always wish that I could get anywhere I want to right away, but I know it is impossible…until I heard the following story:

It happened somewhere in Africa.  One night, the priest was making his rounds as usual.  But on this very night, he found a boy sitting on a bench in the church.  He asked the boy why he was here, and the boy replied that he did not know why either.  It was late so the priest led the boy to a vacant room and put him to bed.  After the boy fell asleep, the priest locked the door and went to bed too.  The next morning, the priest went to check on the boy.  As he opened the door, it shocked him to find that the boy was gone!  He looked everywhere but in vain.  The priest finally gave up and decided to drive to the police station.  As he went to his car, he was astonished at seeing the boy sleeping in his car.  And the car was locked, the way the priest had left it the night before.  How did the boy get out of the secret chamber and get into the car?  This mystery kept bothering the priest even after the boy had gone back home.

A few months passed, one day, the police came to notify the priest that the boy and his mother were involved in a car accident, and the mother died.  However, they could not find the boy』s body.  As the police was telling the story, the priest suddenly thought of something and ran to the vacant room where the boy had stayed the other night.  Strangely, the boy was sitting on the bed…

Is there any other dimension of space that most people cannot see on earth?  Maybe the boy has the ability to see another dimension of space, and has the key to open the door leading to somewhere else.  I do not have the answers.

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