The Great Reversal
Artwork by Jennifer McIntosh
‘And here’s Emily with the weather pastcast.’
‘Thanks Bruce. As some of you will remember, Hurricane Katrina will be returning …’
‘I’m telling you, man,’ Billy said, switching off the television, ‘this s**t is getting monotonous.’ He lit a cigarette; he’d started smoking again this New Year’s Eve just gone, of course; the same day he’d quit first time through. ‘Goddamn Katrina. You reckon they’ll be better prepared this time around?’ he said, looking at me through a blue-grey cloud of smoke, his face looking younger, and why shouldn’t it? We were all getting younger by the day.
‘Nope. Remember Fukushima? The tidal wave? Everyone thought it wouldn’t really happen again. Those who remembered, at any rate,’ I said.
‘Yeah, but that was a fe
