Revolving Door

Revolving Door

“I think my ball came in high enough to go a little farther,”
Trace Kelvin said to nobody in particular. He stood in the
woods to the right of the first fairway on his favorite golf
course in Huntsville, Texas. In front of him stood two large
pine trees.

When he reached the trunks, he stared in amazement.

Between the two trees, he saw a revolving door -- the kind
one might find in a metropolitan bank building.

Not only that, but the doors were in motion. Someone had
recently gone in -- or out.

“Are you going to stand there gaping, or are you coming through?” a strange voice asked through the door.