Dave Could Not Believe
a chorus of raspberries- gimme!
- groped for buttons on the underside
- hollow-eyed and pale
- spread-eagle on the hood of the patrol cruiser
- unmitigated imbecility
Dave could not believe his own unmitigated imbecility. He frowned through the windshield at the policemen, hollow-eyed and pale, from his perch spread-eagle on the hood of the patrol cruiser. He’d defeated the alarm system and picked four locks, only to get run down by the fuzz while jaywalking.
As the money he’d dropped fluttered down the street, Dave groped for buttons on the underside of his watchband, hoping the transition to a universe where he could be so stupid had also remade his timepiece into a versatile super-weapon. Gimme!
No use.
The officers got out and cuffed him to a chorus of raspberries from the other pedestrians.