Each month, I buy a book of twenty stamps. I create twenty post cards. I write twenty short stories about them. I send them to twenty strangers. This is the twenty stamps project.

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Monday, May 13, 2013

The Proper Path



“You can't enter the castle through the paved road,” said Todd. “That's an anachronism.”


They'd been debating how to properly enter the castle for an hour. Todd said that they couldn't enjoy the castle to its fullest degree if they entered on anything other than the dirt path with authentic carriage ruts. “The road,” he said, “sets the tone for the entire visit.”

Steve hoped that Todd would be appeased if they simply parked the car a mile away and walked the rest of the distance.

“If we go in through the front gate, we get to start in the court yard where the knights and squires are practicing swordplay. The hunting gate makes us start our tour in the smelly old stables.”


Todd wouldn't budge, and in the end, Steve relented. They entered through along the dirt path through the hunting gate to enjoy the most authentic experience before picking up plastic swords and post cards in the gift shop.


- Originally mailed to J. St. John of Picayune, Mississippi

1 comment:

  1. I think this is my favorite one so far. It seems well suited to a monotone recital, much like Edward Gorey.

    ~Roo

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