“The willing, Destiny guides them. The unwilling, Destiny drags them.”
― Seneca
The grey skies grew darker and Niti eventually had to set down her crossword. Getting up, she made her way across the room and flicked the light switch into the on position. The kitchen was immediately bathed in a comfortable burnt-golden glow. She crossed the room and sat back down again in her chair and picked up the paper. The half solved crossword puzzle stared back at her. She turned to look just in time to see the rain start falling out harder as if the storm had finally decided to weep with shame for what it had done to them.
She glanced at the clock on the wall - the hour hand pointed at 8, the minute hand hung at 6, the second hand moved slowly towards 12. Jake was three hours late.
Nothing new t
