Thesaltwaterrooms

The First Time There hadn’t been a more beautiful Saturday morning in Winzeldorf, Germany in years.  The sun radiating warmth through a cloudless sky, trees waving a calm “hello” in the sway of a gentle breeze, the river sparkling brightly as it fell in placid torrents down towards the lake a few miles out of town. Meanwhile, a young Kurt Wagner slept on, only just beginning to feel the heat of sunlight like an extra blanket on his bed.  He opened his eyes and sat up slowly, his hair an outrageous mess.  He lazily rubbed the sleep out of his eyes with the back of his hand and gave a melodramati