Great Novelist

“Coincidental writer. ”

“Yes. Coincidental writer. ”

He blinks and asks. No matter what answer he gave, his will to write it down came from all over his body. As the keyboard stops ringing, a faint sound suddenly approaches. I started hearing the heater again.

“I don't know.”

“You're conscious, right? because at the same age and in the same field, he's already in a superior position. ”

He's conscious. It was you. As the silence grew, he asked with a curious look.

“You're not saying you don't know who the coincidence is? ”

“I know. ”

“So you didn't read the book? ”

“I read it.”

But why isn't he answering? The question was, what do you think? I answered first.

“I think he's a popular writer. ”

Coincidence was a popular writer. This answer did not seem to satisfy him.

“There's something more I want to say. ”

“A little more? ”

“Yes, a stronger door. ”

“Hmm."

I feel strong. I open my mouth slowly.

“He wonders if he can write better. ”

“Yes?”

“Coincidental writer. Bird tracks, well, there's a certain part of being a debutante, but you can't run away unless you're a writer. The next cry was better, but it was a long time ago. Distance control fails everywhere. A little more of a son's presence.

I thought it would be good to have her alive. Clowns used to talk too much. The overall balance would have been better if it had been finished with a short, intense feel. Again. "

“Wait, wait, wait. ”

The monkey reached out his hands and said urgently. What you just said doesn't seem to have been recorded. I've told you for as long as I can.

“What are you doing? ”

“I'm talking about coincidence. ”

“Are you recruiting an anti-fan? ”

“Anti-fan? ”

He sniffed and said.

“There are a lot of accidental fans who say that in interviews. ”

“That's my honest look. ”

“That's why it's worse. How dare we run into coincidence. ”

“Our coincidence? ”

He glances at you, ignoring his own question.

“I've never seen a guy curse by accident before. What's bothering you? You can wash your eyes and look around, but you can't see the holes. What are you saying to a genius? ”

He's invisible. This is a loophole that only you can see. I can write better. I won't stop at genius. I will get what I want.

The writer's greed was crucial.

“Coincidence is perfect. ”

The monkey said, he just laughed.

“You wanted a strong phrase. I did what I wanted. ”

“No, that's not what I want. ”

“Then?”

“A lightly competitive remark, a hopeful phrase about wanting to be like him. ”

“It was strong, it was light, it was busy. ”

“Because you're going too far. ”

He thought for a moment and said.

“I think he's a good writer. ”

That was the best. That was the end of the interview. He said he would now organise the interview. He looked at the work for a moment and remembered the balloon he left in the classroom.

I wonder if the door to the music room is slightly open.

A cold breeze struck my cheek. The air in the wooded park seemed a little lower than outside. I ran at the right speed. A steady stream of white smoke sprayed from my mouth.

I turned around and sat on the bench for a moment.

“It's cold.”

I felt the sweat. Heat will soon drop. You're going to catch a cold. I felt bad about going home like this, so I decided to find a warm place. Where to go. Cafes, restaurants. I found a building to block the wind.

As you move slowly, you notice a space with sharp edges, like a pyramid. It was the Botanical Garden, where they went with the butterflies. The flowerpot outside is covered with straw. There were no flowers or leaves I saw in the spring.

“Shall we go to the Botanical Garden? ”

“Looks like the door's closed. Let's just go to the cafe. ”

A couple of men and women turn from the entrance. I hesitate to go in because it has a static atmosphere. Everyone seemed to be asleep.

He opened the door. Because I already have experience. I came here when I wanted to melt when I was hungry. The Botanical Gardens were always open.

“It's warm, too. ”

I opened the botanical garden door and breathed out the warm air and humid smell. The first thing I saw when I went inside was a split path on both sides. Cactus are located on the right and tropical plants on the left.

Left is better to sit on. As you go inside, the damp smell becomes stronger. I looked up at the tall trees. It tangles with each other, making it hard for me to distinguish between what trees are. But there must be someone who can say all these names one by one.

Like a novel to yourself.

As you walk along the crooked path surrounded by plants, you hear a sound of water. It sounded somewhat artificial. You see the pond. The man-made waterfall is working in the middle. Looking inside, there are about ten large carp swimming around. Australia sits across the pond

I got you.

It was quiet. No popularity at all. Only warm air and artificial waters resonate. I was calm.

He remembered the school work. Now, the classroom was colorful and looked completely different from how it used to look in class. A bunch of balloons are attached to the locker and a white line is drawn in the middle. It was a dart throw line. All the desks are in the hallway.

There were several pieces of sweets and stationery.

I was anxious just until I blew the balloon, but it wasn't bad. There will be people to go out and prepare for the weekend as well. It was the last time. After this weekend, the festival begins. I looked up at the leaves of the banana tree. The one at the end of the bar.

It's Nana.

The shutter's jammed.

He slowly turns his head to the source of the sound. There was a camera. There was a man. He was in uniform. He was from the same school.

“Did you get me? ”

“Huh."

I answered his question very easily. She rolls her eyes for a moment and asks.

“No? ”

“I want you to erase it. ”

“Sure. ”

She answered again easily. He holds the camera close and shows the process of deleting the photo one by one.

“You got it?"

“Yes.”

He looks up at the banana tree again, wanting her to go her way. On seeing it again, I thought it might not be a banana tree. I wish I had a name tag or something. The tree is just standing there.

“Hey.”

She calls to herself.

“Huh?"

“You're the Space Shuttle, right? ”

I'm sure I'm new at this, but I know myself. This seems to be happening a little more recently.

“Where did you meet him? ”

“No, I read it. Sand egg.”

“Oh, thank you. ”

In the greeting of Australia, she approached with a friendly attitude.

“It was really good. I don't usually read books, so I don't know what to say, but there was nothing awkward about it. I read it all from beginning to end. This is the second enemy. ”

“The second? ”

“Yes.”

The first one asked whose book it was. She said it was a coincidence.

“You know the birdstream, right? It was my sister's book, but I read it out loud, and I spent the night there. It's amazing there are people in the world who make things like that. And so are you.”

She talked a lot. I didn't hide my face at all. He just nods. I felt her gaze.

“But you don't like accidents, do you? ”

He looked at her.

“You don't hate it? ”

“Oh, don't worry. I like books, not coincidences. ”

She was convinced. I also heard in my face that I don't really like you. He said, swallowing idle laughter.

“It's true. I don't hate it. ”

Despite the denial, she snorted.

“Is that the kind of person who complains so badly in a music room? ”

“Aha, you overheard me. ”

She was the one who left the door open.

“Yes.”

And without an excuse, I answered easily. He had no intention of saying anything. With her mouth shut, she asks again.

“Then what is it? You don't hate it and you think it's so cold? ”

“It was cold. I just said what I felt. ”

“That's what it is. ”

“Probably not. ”

I keep talking. He was convinced.

“What do you have to say to me? ”

“· · · · · · · Over there. ”

“Yes.”

She slowly opens her mouth. If you talk to someone you've never seen before, you have something to gain. I know that Australia talks to a lot of people.

“You write well. ”

“I write well. ”

She said with a face that held back something.

“How did you come up with the title Sand Egg? ”

Ask the title, not about her or the sand like a monkey. I wanted to ask why, but I answered.

“I didn't build it. ”

“What?"

“Someone else made it up. ”

Her face turns blatantly disappointed. I muttered nonsense.

“I've been trembling outside. ”

“Fall?”

“You've been chasing me. I had a hard time timing you. ”

“Are you following me? ”

“I didn't follow them, I just ran into them in the park. ”

“What if it's not a tail? ”

“Fate.”

She gives a firm definition, a small grumbling.

“What's taking you so long? Aren't you cold?”

“I'm here because it's cold. ”

“Phew, what? I really thought you were my destiny. ”

I'm disappointed. My jaw drops down.

“What's going on? What did you do with the title? ”

The question returned her expression to its original state.

“· · · · · · I like your title. It's an expression that makes it easier to understand your work. So. ”

She blurs. I touched the elongated camera with my hands.

“I'm in the photography department. I was preparing for the festival at school a little while ago. The photo department was supposed to display their own photos, but they should have a title for them. But · · · · · · ·. ”

The voice creeps in.

“You haven't decided yet? The festival is the day after tomorrow.”

“So instead of getting ready, I'm going around the park like this. I just wanted to think of something. ”

She was overwhelmed by what Lord had said. He knew roughly what she was up to.

“You know it's fate to see you in the middle of that. ”

“Of course. ”

“But tell me it's someone else. ”

“Yes, someone else made it up. ”

She looks at her toes with a gloomy face. The silence settles. The chatty girl disappears somewhere else. He looked back at the banana leaf.

“Ah.”

Ah? She makes a sound of enlightenment. Does the title come up?

“I can make it up to you. ”

It wasn't.

“What?"

“You made it up for me, so I can make it up for you. ”

“Well, there's no law telling you not to. ”

Her gaze was unusual.

“It's someone else. ”

“Someone else.”

“You know, I want to say something, can I? ”

“I don't want to hear about it because I think I know. ”

“You know, are you hungry? Do you want something to eat? Are you uncomfortable eating with me in the first place? Oh, this is good. I'll pay for the title. I have some money. ”

“I have a lot of money too. ”

“Yes, it looks like it's going to be quite a boutique. Hey, you know what? ”

He could not bear the laughter of a screech.

End of interview with monkey (3)

lim Han-baek