The Ancient Post Office
It was a special post office in the village
The people of Abbot Musgrove Village had a special post office. It was a small one and it was a popular one as well. To know why this post office was so special, you first needed to get to know the people in the village. Abbot Musgrove Village was a tiny village, but it had everything one needed. There was a butcher, a baker, a florist, a church, a school and a medical centre with a hospital attached. There was a tram and bus station. However, there was no airport. There was a train station that one of the residents knew about, yet no one spoke about it. There were some farms and farmers who took care of their livestock.
Let us sit at the tiny café just beside the old post office. Here you will get the best breakfast. We can order a cup of coffee and a croissant or a sandwich. They are all very delicious and the milk is the sweetest you have ever tasted. As you sit at your table enjoying your cup of coffee in this quaint village you will notice several people entering the post office.
After a while, you will discover that the people who go into the post office do not seem to exit the post office. Now that is a mystery, though there has to be a logical explanation. I am sure that they are going into a back room. That would be impossible as this is the smallest post office that I have ever seen.
I step into the post office and it is empty, except for two people at the counter selling stamps. I start to feel a bit dizzy and can barely keep my eyes open. The post office clerk comes to me from behind her desk and offers me a glass of water. I feel better and I notice a red door, which keeps opening and people are entering. I am certain that the door was not there before. As the third person opens the door to enter, I happen to see that he enters a very modern-looking street, with cars flying in the air. I am sure that I am not imagining things. My eyesight begins to fade and the room starts to sway and rotate around me. Have I been drugged and what I saw must have been a hallucination?
When I come to my senses, I find myself typing this story furiously on my keyboard, before I forget what I saw in that tiny village. I look up the name of Abbot Musgrove Village on my computer search engine and the place does not exist. Could that red door in that village post office be a portal to a city in the future, I wonder?
