A rooster crowed followed by the sound of what had to have been at least half a dozen dogs fighting over their breakfast.
Luke groaned and reached for his watch.
His eyes felt sticky as he pried them open. Having arrived at his brother’s home in Hondorus late the night before, he had hoped for a bit of time to sleep in.
“3:08 back home,” he spoke to the ceiling,”nothing like an early start to the day!” And he jumped out of bed, forgetting in darkness of the room that he was in a bunk bed, and fell to the ground from the top bunk, waking his roommate and good friend, Jake Reynolds.
Jake made a sound somewhere between a laugh and grunt, and rolled over. Continue reading “A Glimpse – Part 2 | Luke In Honduras”