The Emerald Lie

As Park was being released, Sergeant Ridge was standing beside him, whispered,

“Enjoy the brief outing. I’ll have your arse back in here so quick...”

He looked at her like a total stranger, then murmured,

“Mind your language.”

Sarah had a car arranged and before the press could engulf him she had him in the back and sped away with cameras flashing at its taillights. Park’s mind was beginning to settle but words and letters still created a small rainbow at the edge of his vision. He said to Sarah, vague distress lining his tone,

“All the letters are lowercase.”

She looked to see if the driver had heard, then said,

“We’re going to bring you to my house. It’s peaceful there.”

He was quiet for a bit, then asked,

“Do you have a Fowler’s Modern English Usage there?”

She thought,

“Uh-oh.”

Said,

“Park, best if you concentrate on getting rest for now.”

He closed his eyes for a moment, then said,

“Lowercase implies capital catastrophe is imminent.”

Sarah thought,

“Mad as a hatter.”

But family.