A giant scarf for a tiny soul: A short story

By S. Richart Lemke

A young man is down on his luck and at the end of his rope. When he decides to take drastic measures, everything takes an unexpected turn.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BoD E-Short
• Release date: Jan 3, 2017
• ISBN: 9783743163164

S. Richart Lemke

Sebastian Richart Lemke is a young author from Germany. He was born in Dresden, eastern Germany, and immigrated to Cologne in the west before the wall went down. He writes stories to explore ways to deal with mental health issues and simply enjoys asking weird questions.

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Table Of Contents

A giant scarf for a tiny soul

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Copyright

A giant scarf for a tiny soul

A short story 

to friends I lost along the way

Chapter 1

Muffled music soaked through the darkness, that was my mind. It slowly drove the sleep away, pushed me gently into awakening. A smile formed on my lips, as I remembered what was going to happen next. I would open my eyes and see the sunlight on her face, I would watch her silently and wait for her to wake up. Then she would slowly open her eyes and smile, when her eyes met mine. And then, the part I loved the most, when she'd move her body closer, cuddle up to me. Letting out a sigh of contentment while I put my arms around her, pulling her close to my chest. We would lay like this for a couple of minutes, until she'd finally mumble you go first.

But when I opened my eyes, there was nothing but emptiness. It took me a second until I realized, that she was gone, that I would never experience these happy moments again.

I rolled on my back, as the memories washed over me. She was with another man, left me months ago, sighing in his arms now, while I was all alone. As sweet as these moment of unknowing were whenever they happened, so painful was the realization of what I was. My smile was long gone, faded in the flash of enlightenment. I still didn't know why she had left me, and I still was wondering what went wrong. What unforgivable crime I'd committed. Did I say something wrong? Was I too needy? Couldn't I satisfy her in whatever way she needed? The same questions over and over and no answers in sight.

So I finally stood up and shuffled into the bathroom. The mirror showed me a man in his early 30's, not a top model, but not too bad either. Arms a little on the skinny side, a hint of a belly, but she'd never complained. My brown hair was getting a little thin too, but I kept it short and it didn't look too bad. The silver wisps at my temples rather improved my looks. No, it was not about my body, it must have been something about me, something within me. I shook the thought away and got on with my morning routine.

Like a robot running a program, I took the necessary steps to take a shower, get myself ready and drove to work. The program ended when I arrived at my desk in the office. I was an accountant for a big and soulless company. There were ten others, just like me and even though everybody tried to be polite and get along, no one really cared for anybody.

After a few hours of mindless processing endless columns of numbers and even more hours still ahead, a deep and dark sadness took hold of me. A sadness that threatened to wash me down into a black hole of despair. Feelings of loneliness, unworthiness, the inevitability of growing old alone, without