The letter arrived addressed to Master James O’Dowd, and it was odd, as I hadn’t been addressed in that way since I was a boy.
I checked the postmark, and it was stamped a few days earlier, which dismissed my first thought of it being a letter that had been floating around the postal service for that last thirty years.
Upon opening it, I found a single page of handwritten script.
Dear Master James,
It has come to our attention at the Ministry of the Unique, that you are now qualified to join our ranks as Junior Minister, Second Class.
Please confirm by return mail your intention to take up this position. A refusal may mean future offers may not be made.
Minister of the Unique, Esquire.
Bewildered I looked at the letter and never having heard of the Ministry of the Unique I went to Google but found nothing.
Thinking it was a hoax of some kind I put the letter aside but over the next few days I was drawn back to it and studied the wording more carefully. I’d never thought of myself a unique, in fact, I prided myself in the knowledge I was the most ordinary of men.
There was no address other than the return envelope I found behind the original letter.
Ministry of the Unique
Post Office Box 34sed56
Out of curiosity, I responded in the affirmative. A week later another letter arrived informing me I had been accepted into the Ministry and to await further instructions.
So now I wait, the days are passing, and I wonder what might be in store for me, Master James O’Dowd.