Summer Snow Storm

Stephen Marlowe

Description

It's no surprise that meteorologists sometimes make less-than-accurate predictions about the day's weather. But when a cadre of top-ranking weather experts fail to catch wind of a freak summer snow storm, all hell breaks loose. Amidst this turmoil, an unusual folk hero emerges who seems to have a preternatural knack for dead-on weather predictions. What's the source of this strange superpower?

Sujets

• Science fiction

Informations

• Publié par: The Floating Press
• Date de parution: 01 février 2014
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781776531554
• Langue: English

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SUMMER SNOW STORM
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STEPHEN MARLOWE
 
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Summer Snow Storm First published in 1956 Epub ISBN 978-1-77653-155-4 Also available: PDF ISBN 978-1-77653-156-1 © 2013 The Floating Press and its licensors. All rights reserved. While every effort has been used to ensure the accuracy and reliability of the information contained in The Floating Press edition of this book, The Floating Press does not assume liability or responsibility for any errors or omissions in this book. The Floating Press does not accept responsibility for loss suffered as a result of reliance upon the accuracy or currency of information contained in this book. Do not use while operating a motor vehicle or heavy equipment. Many suitcases look alike. Visit www.thefloatingpress.com
Summer Snow Storm
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Snow in summer is of course impossible. Any weather expert will tell you so. Weather Bureau Chief Botts was certain no such absurdity could occur. And he would have been right except for one thing. It snowed that summer.
It was, as the expression goes, raining cats and dogs. Since the WeatherBureau had predicted fair and warmer, the Weather Bureau was notparticularly happy about the meteorological state of affairs. No one,however was shocked.
Until it started to snow.
This was on the twenty-fifth of July in the U.S.A....
Half an hour before the fantastic meteorological turn of events, BureauChief Botts dangled the forecast sheet before Johnny Sloman's bloodshoteyes and barked, "It's all over the country by now, you dunderhead!"Then, as an afterthought: "Did you write this?"
"Yes," said Sloman miserably.
Slowly, Botts said, "Temperature, eighty degrees. Precipitationexpected: snow. Snow , Sloman. Well, that's what it says."
"It was a mistake, Chief. Just—heh-heh—a mistake."
"The prediction should have been for fair and warmer!" Botts screamed.
"But it's raining," Sloman pointed out.
"We make mistakes," said Botts in a suddenly velvety voice. Then, as if