Weather or Whether by Howie Good

The night was riddled with peculiarities, mistakes, contradictions, and historical inconsistencies. I wasn’t familiar with all the science, but I couldn’t ignore the evidence anymore, a black drape over the photographer’s head. I began to suspect that Chekov and other bearded nineteenth-century authors were just long strings of ones and zeroes. A tornado touched down in LA, after which Panzers rolled down the street under the broken lights. There were reports that Chinese hackers may have been responsible. A balloon dog stood in for the real thing.