The sound of Rogelio’s thick, callused knuckles wrapping on my cabin door jerked me from sleep. What time was it? Thick sunlight was pouring through the cracks in my wooden cabin, the air was intensely hot and I had a bad hangover.
3
Aug
The sound of Rogelio’s thick, callused knuckles wrapping on my cabin door jerked me from sleep. What time was it? Thick sunlight was pouring through the cracks in my wooden cabin, the air was intensely hot and I had a bad hangover.