An Indian Summer? by Joy Essien

The rain fell heavily, streaking the windows with droplets of water. “Why can’t they ever get it right?” wondered Derek, as he sat at his desk.
The Weather man on TV had said temperatures would be a sunny 20 degrees today. Britain was set for an Indian summer in September, the weatherman added.
“And I believed him,” Derek thought miserably, as he got off his swivel chair and set off for the kitchen.
Outside, the clouds moved off slowly, sailing towards the west. A bird chirped. Another responded. Derek looked out of the window. The sun was peeking out. Shyly.


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