Great Novelist

“Cool.”

He ran in the park and mumbled as he pulled out a drink from the vending machine. Unlike usual, it was only in the afternoon that he walked slowly to see a lot of people coming out of the park. The bibliography has not been in the workout for days. He said he was writing. Ask for details.

I didn't. I just want him to finish the article.

“Hey, get away from me. ”

“No, I want you to go. ”

He stopped walking to the sound of conversations he heard on the playground. Her brother and sister were raising their voices. He was arguing over artificial sand in the corner of the playground.

Fighting sand. It's a waste of time for him to just pass by. You're settled on a bench nearby.

There were all kinds of rides. Jungle gyms and seesaws, castle-like sculptures, and ladders that run between them. The ropes resembling the tower were tangled, and the children were hanging on to something obscure to name. There's a long line in front of the swing, and there's a rider waiting.

The child was also looking at each other.

He looked at his brother and sister. The artificial sand beaches they were standing on were quite wide, and the boundary was surrounded by something that looked like a tire. It looks resilient. Several of them have been deformed without overcoming the weight of the children.

The girl was sitting on a tire building a castle, and her brother was spying on an opportunity to destroy it. She knows that her wicked brother is targeting the castle, and holds a shovel of small-time play in one hand to protect it.

to resist.

It was a war around the castle.

He drank from the vending machine and watched the war between the two of them. Who will win?

“Toad, Toad, I'll give you a new house. ”

I hear children singing like background music. She was singing without being shaken at all by her brother's fight.

“Hey, there's a butterfly. ”

“But?”

My brother tries to turn his eyes away. It's a strategy, but she doesn't let her guard down. The Pokémon is not an easy target.

He notices that his strategy will soon fail and gives him a stronger move.

“Mom called you. ”

Her expression distorted. Anxiety mingles with vigilance. Her eyes glaze across the castle. Her family was on the outskirts of the mat. It was quite a distance, so it was difficult to determine whether the word was true or not.

She thought about what to believe.

“Then you should come with me. ”

I made a choice. It was a way to protect the saints and answer my mother's call. Good talk. He was impressed.

“Yes!”

I spit out a loud, bluffing voice. He never showed his emotions against her. She gets up from the tire with a shovel in her hand.

And...

“Hahaha!”

“Oh.”

He makes his move. The moment his brother fell, the moment her vigilance was blurred, his feet took over the castle.

The sand castles have fallen.

What happens now? He did not look away from the end of the two. She is furious at the ruined castle. It revealed a willingness not to forgive. She raises her hand. It was a hand holding a shovel.

A shovel struck him on the head without a chance to stop him. And then, with a surprised look on his face, he touched his back.

“Ahhhh.”

I started to shed tears. She was embarrassed when her brother cried, too. The shovel in the swing set was a better weapon than I expected.

“Why are you crying? ”

My sister's mother came to me with a cry. He gasped and stated the case. He held the corner of his clothes in an uneasy manner. Still no shovel.

“With that, I, huahhh. ”

I can't connect the words pointing to the shovel, what's so sad about it. Soon.

“My brother did it first. ”

She starts crying, too. The other kids stare at me. The child's guardian glances at him. Her mother looked at them, and she wiped their faces with a firm hand and lifted them up and walked to the mattress.

The ruined castle remains. Next to him, the children who were making the toads were still singing. The castle looked lonely. The sand reminds me of her. He remembers, too. He focuses on the stories to be written.

Where they will travel. Where they'll arrive.

Language is environmentally affected. The development of language systems and words. This depends on the person's choice. What language does God use? To speak with God, you must know the language of God.

He smiled at the annoyed young protagonist. If you don't communicate with the god you met at the end of a long journey. I could see how absurd he would be.

He decided to write in Korean as a motive for the language of God. Letters that resemble Korean words, with a background to them. I'll make it. God is alone. He is alone on a high ground. So what do we see? It's the sky. I wanted to expand the words that express the sky. And in heaven are the clouds and the sun.

C. It soon leads to wind and light.

I felt a sense of emphasis.

He put on Korean flesh. It went back to the simplest form. I added another color on top of the only skeleton.

What is the right color for God?

“Move your feet, please. ”

Feet?

He looked aside. There was a girl who sweated a lot because of how hard she played. He checked his feet. All there was was sand underneath.

“Why?”

“The ball rolled under the bench. ”

The girl pointed her hand inward and said. You lean back and look under the bench. Blood rushes to my head, head upside down. Obviously, the ball rolls just behind its feet. I took it out and gave it to the child.

“Thank you."

The child said a polite greeting. He nods and stutters. What were you thinking?

“Excuse me.”

The child is not going. I think I have more work to do.

“What's the matter? ”

“What are you doing? ”

I don't know what caught her attention. She looks at him with curious eyes. He said lightly.

“I was thinking about God. ”

“God?”

“Do you know what it is? ”

She snorts at the Lord's question.

“You don't think I know that? I speak English. Fresh.”

“God.”

“Yes, that. ”

That's amazing.

He praised her. She shrugs.

“Well, do you know the myth? ”

“Myth?”

“Yes.”

No answer was given. Does God know, but not myth?

“The singer.”

I knew it. He was a smart kid. He praised her again. She seemed happy.

“In what language do you think God will speak? ”

“Language?”

I didn't understand how hard it was. He changed the question.

“You said you know English, right? Should God speak English? ”

“No, I don't think so. ”

“Why?”

“Just.”

No other reason. Simple. Just a hunch. He decided to borrow his child's eyes.

“If God grants you a wish, what will you pray for? ”

She starts to twist her belly with the words "wish." Shame on you for saying what you want.

“I saw a television yesterday. ”

“Yes.”

“There was something I wanted to eat. ”

“Which one? ”

“Red soup. ”

“Red soup. Is it spicy?”

“Yes. That's why I don't buy you one. ”

Smart, too. I know you want what you can't have.

“Does it have noodles? ”

“No, bread. ”

I'm talking about Tteokbokki. I smiled a little when I saw the child pouring Tteokbokki on God. God is right in front of me and I'm talking about Tteokbokki. You'd wish for something a little bigger. For example:

“I'm going to ask for money. ”

“Huh?"

Suddenly, another child stood beside her. He looked a little older than her.

“Money?"

“Yes, money is the best. ”

He said with a confident expression and tone. He seemed confident in his answers.

“Really?"

“He said no parents or children in front of the money. ”

“Who?”

“My mother. ”

He flinches with his eyes somewhere. There was a woman who looked like the mother of a child standing in front of the stroller.

“Hey, you ask for money too. ”

The boy spoke to her.

“Why?”

“You can buy Tteokbokki with that money. ”

“No, I'm going to eat what my mom made me. ”

“Idiot. You need money to make it. ”

“We have lots of money. ”

“We have lots of money, too. ”

The children had their own conversations. Hearing that, he found his child's parents with his eyes. It was quick to find. The swing shows a woman holding the hand of a boy who looks like her brother. The eyes meet. He smiles and lowers his head slightly. Her.

I moved my head slightly. She laughs, but does not take her eyes off the child holding the ball.

The mother called out the child's name. She grabbed the ball and ran to her mother without saying goodbye. The boy ran to the iron rod.

I looked behind him for a moment and thought. Money. The value of money changes. Each region is different. If there are places where money is everything, there are places where money is not itself. He organized the traits for them in his head.

“I'm hungry.”

Tteokbokki. Red soup.

God is on high. He's alone. The protagonist is headed there to meet him. However, he did not intend to make it easy for him to meet. Need obstacles. Red water. It resembles blood. There is no shortage of threats.

The mountain God is hiding is on the island. Red water flows around the island. A hot and hot liquid. I can see tears and runny noses. It's poison. Water splashes into your mouth and damages your intestines.

“Toad, Toad, I'll give you a new house. ”

He looked inside his mouth at the sound of music that had been heard. It's a familiar melody. You head for the bare sand. There was an arch-shaped toadshed made by children. It was big and thick. It was an abandoned house.

He hid God there. Red sea. Island to the north. Ice that won't melt. The hole in it. And an arched ceiling covering the hole.

It's a pity.

“This is why you can't see the sky. ”

He drilled two holes. Closely maintains its shape. The interior of the Toad House is visible through two holes. I'm sure you can see the outside from the inside.

The two breathing holes next to each other look like human eyes. It was the Eye of the Toad House.

What if I saw you from the inside?

It will definitely look like the eyes of the sky. Thinking of God.

I wonder what color it will be.

I was looking for it until the child came. I was looking for color to wear on the skeleton. What did he say? It was called a foot. He looked at his feet. I can only see my shoes. But I know what's in there. You wiggle your toes. Inside you are a person.

There is.

Human colors. Various and unique colors of people.

Is that god really God? Will the God who visited the protagonist really listen to them?

He stepped out of the sand.

The end of God there.

lim Han-baek