Great Novelist

Someone shouts.

He was still watching the stroller coming down the hill. The stroller comes down, and there's nothing wrong with that. But things are a little different now. The stroller is coming down a steep hill. Alone.

Alone.

No one was holding the stroller. No one was there for the baby. It crashed fast. It falls with an ominous sound.

Hiccup.

It does not distinguish whether it is the sound of the heart or the sound of the stroller. Chuckle. The stroller that was coming down towards him suddenly shifts course due to something. Suddenly begins to bend to the right. It's a wall. The stroller doesn't look strong enough to protect the baby from the cold wall.

I hear you.

You hear the baby crying. It was not heard in the past. The baby in the stroller was crying. You can see the baby's red mouth through the translucent lid. I can see his red mouth.

He ran out of his mind. I got closer to the baby. But it's not enough. Not like this. I can't save it. I bump into it. The sound of the baby's crying has made me restless.

Whose was the first cry I heard? Maybe the mother missed the baby. Her screams overlap with the voices of the past. I'm sick of it. My heart's beating. What if the baby dies? What if we hit that hard wall and the baby dies?

“Grab it!”

He regained consciousness late in coming out of his mouth. Grab it. Whom was it screaming at? I see a baby reaching into the air.

He flew away. I fell on my side in the stroller. I felt a strong back shock.

“Ugh.”

“Meow! Meow! ”

I was out of my mind. I was out of breath. Your heart beats. You hear someone crying.

Crying.

The baby's not dead. He's alive. He stopped the stroller immediately. The baby was surrounded by a cloth. No other trauma was seen.

“Baby!”

The baby's mother runs down the hill. The baby was still crying. He sat still, leaning against the wall.

“Thank you. Thank you. ”

“No, the stroller fell. Go to the hospital just in case. ”

“Yes, yes. Thank you so much. Oh, my God. Thank you so much."

Her gratitude comes from afar. My ears are numb. I feel like I'm in the water. All things arrive one step behind. When I woke up, there was neither her nor the baby. On an empty hill, he stands dumbfounded.

“Will the baby · · · be okay? ”

He looked at his hands. There was blood. A slight wound palpitated. The center of the palm is hot. It tickles a little and hurts a little.

You slowly move the paused step. The more you go up the hill, the faster you'll walk. I have to write. I have orders in my head. You need to write right now.

I searched the chest. Nothing came out. I didn't have a paper or a pen.

You circle around. You see no paper anywhere. I'd like to use it quickly. I'd like to write this down before it goes away. There were no tools anywhere. He clenched his fist. The wound is closing in.

He ran with all his might. You go up and down the hill, up and down, and over and over again.

Hot breath comes out of my mouth.

I have to go write it down. We need to start talking about this feeling, this feeling. You should record it on paper as it was before you trimmed it with reason. You have to let it hold you.

“Ah.”

You're reeling from the boulder. But I didn't fall. He ran again at full speed. To write.

I'm out of breath. The water is coming in through my nose. The water that covered the world entered my body. There were still two women screaming in my ears. There was a moment of emotion that remained in fear of death. The baby's crying is coming.

I got home. He opened the door in a hurry. I took off my shoes and went into the room. Pencils, pens. Anything. Paper, paper, paper. Come on, come on.

“Phew.”

He swallowed a dry saliva. My mouth was all parched. I need to get my neck wet. There's water. Deep water. You have to pull it out of there. We have to salvage it. It had gone up to a very light place.

“Mother. The baby. Crying. Difference. Death. Wall. Scream. The hillside. ”

Be more specific.

“The baby's mother was young. One dot under the eye, two. Red eyes with bloodshot eyes. Short hair, no toilets. Breathing heavily. Up-and-down breasts. Trembling hands and voices. Blue tee and jeans. I was wearing a slipper. Dry lips and red tongue. ”

A little more.

“What about the hillside? Six antenna rods. Red brick. Gray wall. The asphalt floor was split. Housekeeping. No wonder someone was watching. It is not strange to hear a baby crying, to hear a mother scream, and to have someone pay attention to her. ”

Maybe he wasn't the only one who heard her scream. Yeah, if there was someone next door, I'd stop by. You could hear them if you plugged your ears. That's what noise is. Closing your eyes is not something you can turn away from. I hear everything I hear until the end.

“A little more. A little more.”

He was busy teasing his hands. The red blood trail settles along the pen.

*

After work, his mother was curious about the dark living room. I'm sure he's home. She turns on the light and goes inside.

“Son?”

I summoned him. The answer never came back. Where have you been at this hour? He moved the long distance to the kitchen and was wandering around the living room, but his room was slightly open. There was a buzz in it.

She opens the door.

“Oh, my God. ”

There was Australia. My son has recently grown up. Coincidence of a genius writer who is making such a fuss. I was happy at first, but as time went by, I became more and more concerned. I still have a lot to learn after 40 years. I honestly didn't know how to deal with this. I didn't know what to say to my son as a normal person. But the proud son did well on his own.

And now, he's trying to do something. She felt vague as a mother. I'm on my knees, not sitting on a chair, and I'm writing on the floor. He was writing like a puddle of paper.

She takes a slow step back. Be careful not to make any sounds. I don't know what he was doing, but I could tell for sure. Do not interfere with him. Do not disturb your son.

“Cheer up.”

Sitting on a chair in the kitchen, she quietly cheers for her son.

*

He struggled to touch his burning back and climbed on his back. It was because my mother came into my room this morning and saw scattered papers. I hit my back hard in the sense of organizing.

“Yawn.”

A yawn appears. A large bandage rests on the palm of the hand that covers the mouth. I was terrified of the blood on the pen.

My eyelids were heavy because I kept writing until dawn. I twist the unfinished story around. Thanks to you, I can't sleep. I'm going to school. Maybe you won't take lessons today either. I'm sorry, teachers.

“Hey, what's wrong with your face? ”

As I was walking through the front door of the school, I heard a call from behind me. Turning around, Seogwang waves his hand. He looked at his mollusk and asked, surprised.

“I couldn't sleep last night. ”

“Friend, are you alone? ”

Even if it wasn't like that, he insisted on asking where Seongwang was. Where is what? Where is it? It's a school.I 've been chattering since morning like a hot high school student. He went halfway in with his eyes closed.

“Hey, wake up. ”

As expected, he dropped his class this morning and lifted his head in the voice of Seogwang. It was hard to wake up easily because I was so drunk. Seogwang said, his head dropping up and down.

“Go wash your face. Tell me where you are before you go. ”

“Students are tough. ”

“What are you talking about? There's no easy thing in the world. ”

He tried to open his eyes with dry washing water. I was lying on my desk, and I frowned.

He got up and opened the window. The weak wind was insufficient to wake up.

“Let's go eat. I'm hungry.”

Yeah, we should eat. He got up from his seat.

“I said I'd eat sunflower and spring with you today. ”

“I don't know what I'm saying because I'm late. ”

"Too late?"

"Well, it's been a while since I heard from Seonhua."

The two of them headed to the restaurant. I saw lines and springtime waiting for two people from afar.

As West said, there was a disgruntled expression. Spring was beside her drying her out.

“Hey! What took you so long? Don't you know how important Bob is to a student? I'm not just running around trying to eat fast. ”

“Don't blame me. It's because he's sleeping. ”

Seogwang naturally assumed responsibility. I didn't have anything to say because it was true.

“Seonhwa, let's go in before it's too late. ”

“Starship. If you've got something good today, don't let it get to you. ”

“Haha.”

“Don't smile! Take this.”

You guys went into the cafeteria. Lucky or unfortunate, today's special menu was not noticeable. Thanks to the children who had already eaten, there were many seats.

“It's not good today. ”

“I see.”

Shenzhen grumbles. Spring also confronts you. He thought, looking at the miso in the bowl. Mushrooms and tofu float. What's in there?

Remind me of a time when I left a free lunch shop. He put the food in his mouth without complaint.

“Why are you late? ”

Sunhwa asks. You look uncomfortable with the lack of food. Even if it tasted good, it would be the same.

“I didn't get much sleep. ”

“What were you doing up at night? ”

In the question of good fortune, he thought a little. I don't know what to say.

I wrote at night. I started writing because of the materials I met while I was walking, and I went for a walk because

“I fell off the pertussis. ”

It was because he regretted not completing the article in the book. He picked up the banquet and said.