| to the sounds of crumpling metal.
The fellow did duck down before the windshield popped off
and flew across the car; thus saving his head from being hacked from the rest of him. That
was little consolidation, as the morning’s accrued garbage poured out of waste pails
into the front seat of the roadster, filling the car to the door tops. Joseph double parked alongside the undamaged refuse truck then ran back to the demolished roadster. Dread was etched all over his face. The garbage men were fishing the bad guy out of the car. A crowd was gathering, and police sirens could be heard approaching. "Hold on to that guy; he just robbed a bank," Joseph shouted in passing. The garbage men took a harder look and a tighter grip on their catch. |
James Henry opened the rear door and
crawled out. Joseph helped him to his feet. "Are you all right?" The retainer was almost panting with worry. "I think so," the younger man said, only half convinced himself. But he was okay except for rumpled clothes and an acquired odor, some of the slop having reached the back seat. "Nothin’ broken? Check! Walk around." |
