Great Novelist

I have never been asked to give a title before. What kind of picture is this? I want to think about it like that.

“Can you see what it looks like? ”

“Of course.”

She picked up the camera right away. Her hand, which pressed the button, stopped in one place. He accepted the camera from her. In the small picture, there was a frog.

“Frogs?”

“Yes, it was taken in the spring. ”

Looking at it in the grassy botanical garden didn't make me feel too dizzy. The little frog of the green body sits on a leaf. In a very unusual way.

“That's funny.”

“Right?"

The frog grabs the trunk extending to its side with one hand and drops both legs under the leaves.

“You have the perfect view of the mountains. ”

“Don't you look just like him? ”

“It's like the whole world is alive. ”

In other words, it was very human. I have poor eyes that seem to look forward to the future and feel sad about the past. He looked like a kid on a swing and he looked like a hungry man.

This is very different from the pose of the frog I used to know. I thought I'd stop if I found a frog in this pose.

“Is that a good title? ”

Like a frog in this funny posture. In his question, she denied it at once.

“No.”

“A sad title, then? ”

She denies it even more. Sad titles don't suit this ridiculous pose. Her complaint gives him a nod. It doesn't suit me.

“You handed me quite a few photos. Why did you pick this one? ”

“Long story. ”

“There's plenty of time. ”

“No, it's urgent. It's the festival day after tomorrow.”

“Yes, it is. ”

She doesn't hide her nervousness from the tranquil words of Lord.

“I know I'm in no position to rush you, but, you know, you don't have enough sugar? Is that why your head's not working? You want me to get you something to eat? ”

He told her that it seemed urgent.

“We don't have enough information than sugar. ”

“Information?”

“The information in this picture. I'm a writer. I'm a man with a title to a story. ”

“A story? This is a photograph? ”

“Stories are everywhere. ”

Like you're the main character in your life. He smiled and said with a very serious look on her face.

“Does that mean I have all the clues? Like a character in a novel? ”

He blinked twice.

“Well, you could say that. ”

“Okay, I'll tell you what. ”

She asked with a solemn expression.

“What can I tell you? ”

“Anything's fine. When it comes to photography. ”

The rolling eyes stop on the frog.

“It was this spring that I met this frog. We met in this park a little later one day. ”

There was a temporal background and a spatial background. He listened to her and the frog's story.

“I was underpaid at the time. Photography department came out to this park and took pictures of what they wanted, and the only thing that caught my eye was this funny pose. ”

It was fate. At her word, Lord just nodded.

“But I didn't think I wanted to do it, so I was just looking. ”

“Really?"

“Yes.”

What made her move? He was a little curious.

“That's when my grandmother showed up. ”

It was the appearance of a new person.

“He had a lot of wrinkles on his face, so I couldn't see his face. He was so crooked that I thought he was kind of scary. ”

“Yes.”

“So I moved aside. Grandma stood still in front of the frogs. ”

The Botanical Gardens were warm. It kept warm all season long. It was the same with her photo too. Her photograph contained the day she met the frog.

“You're smiling so brightly at that frog. Wide enough to wrinkle. ”

Her gaze is a little far away. A banana tree stands at the end of it.

“Later, he grabbed the boat and laughed at the funnel. That frog is suddenly very special. So snap.”

She presses the shutter. The frog, which was just a joke, had affection. You move her.

“I wanted to give you a picture, but I haven't seen my grandmother since. The park needs to be bigger. When I said exhibit, I immediately remembered. The festival can all come. So I was wondering if Grandma would come. Then I guess I'll just smile at the picture again. Well, he's not coming. Haha.”

It's rare for grandmothers to come to school festivals. But he said,

“If you have grandchildren or grandchildren, they might come. ”

“Should I?”

“I will. ”

He went back to the title. So what can we name this frog? Is it right to build it yourself?

“You didn't make anything up? You've probably thought about it. ”

“Yes, there is. ”

“What?”

She lets out a sigh. I was reluctant to notice.

“It's just silly. ”

“It might help. ”

I sighed and calmly titled it.

“Mr. Frog, the frog next door, the funny frog, the weird frog, the faraway frog, the frog playground, the frog choir, the world of frogs, the frog world, the frog's vision, the frog's vision is cool, the frog's shelter, rest with the frog, just a frog. Frog Frog.”

There were too many frogs. Without a word, she flinches.

“So I told you. It's just silly. ”

“It's just so ingenious that I can't speak. ”

I meant it. It wasn't boring at all. She tried to get her own point. It is the expression of the posture, the eyes, and the feeling they give in words. Not bad.

“What about you? What's on your mind? ”

She asked with excited eyes. I couldn't help but think about it. But it felt like she had to build it herself. She was the one who wanted to capture the story.

“I just came up with that. ”

“Uh, tell me something. ”

“I think you can build it. ”

“What the hell.”

The frowner explained to her.

“The headings just listed show talent. Just looking at frogs too much. ”

“Is that a compliment?"

“A sincere compliment. ”

I asked her who she shouldn't be.

“Wouldn't you be more proud to build your own? ”

“I wish I could. However. ”

I don't look confident. She thought for a moment.

“I liked the title Sand Egg. It feels like it's wrapping around something. ”

“Really?"

“Yes. The main character of the novel is not sand, but something titled. ”

She looks at him.

“That's what I want to build. It's not just the title. Your writing makes me think a lot. I thought about her all day. I kept repeating myself after the story ended. It's like a coincidence. Different genres, but I wanted to take a picture like that. ”

My eyes met.

“That's why I'm talking to you. ”

I thought my black eyes looked a little like lenses.

“So if you help me, I'll think hard about it. ”

“Nice pose. ”

He smiled and said.

“But you don't have to work so hard. ”

“What?"

“It's already out there. ”

“Come out? Where? ”

“You told me. Grandma, smile, why you took the picture and why you chose it. It's all out of angle. ”

She blinks twice.

“Come outside. ”

“Out of angle? ”

“Yes. Out of the picture. I was distracted by the frog's bizarre posture. That's not what you shot, is it? So you don't like it either, and you keep thinking about it right before the festival. ”

“But this is a picture of a frog. ”

He picked up the camera. I took my eyes there and saw a square screen. The long, flowing banana trees were a little narrow to get into.

The light comes in when I close my eyes.

“I'm asking because I'm not familiar with the picture, but should I just name the frog in the picture? ”

“No.”

“Then you're free. ”

She had nothing to say for a long time. Meanwhile, he took a picture of her. Your face is dazed. You lack much of your hands to bear her suffering.

The sound echoes in the botanical garden. She was clapping her hands.

“There is.”

I want to do a title. She said so.

“What?”

She smiled and said. I was confident.

“Grandma laughed. ”

It was an honest and technical sentence. But it was good.

“Sounds good.”

You hear an artificial sound from the pond. The great carp were swimming there. The tropical plants were rising high and the air was warm. She was probably looking for her grandmother again today. But what she saw was herself.

“I actually regretted taking pictures of my grandmother. ”

She says, looking odd.

“I couldn't do it. I'd do it with a frog. ”

“Why did you only shoot frogs? ”

He asked why. She replied that she was also a question.

“But now I think I know. ”

“What?”

She was as confident as the person holding her own answer.

“This was a picture for my grandmother. ”

At that moment, she thought she wanted to take a picture for her grandmother. So I took a picture of the frog, not the grandmother. With this picture, if you show it to your grandmother, she will be able to laugh all season long.

“If I had taken a picture of her, she'd be asleep in my camera. I'm the only one you'll see. ”

She took the camera out of Lord's hands. He gave me pleasure.

“Then you must have regretted it. ”

“You regretted it when you filmed the frog. ”

“You would have regretted it much, much more than you do now. ”

She got up from her seat. The uniform skirt was shaken.

“Thank you. I'll put your name next to the title. ”

“It's okay.”

“There's no need to thank me. It's a token of my appreciation.”

“It's not a specification, it's a rejection. ”

Australia's muttering did not reach her.

“Then I'll go and pick a title. Thank goodness. I'll be promoting you a lot. I'm gonna tell all my friends. ”

“I appreciate that. ”

“Farewell! ”

I saw her back running in a car. Can I see my grandmother again in her picture?

“Fate.”

I wanted to put it in a novel.

“The festival!”

Seogwang who met me on the back road looked very excited. Today was the day of the festival, as he said.

“You look happy doing nothing. ”

“It's a festival. It's good to skip class. ”

“That's right. ”

A person who is not obligated can laugh at flies. The school air was cold, but I was still excited.

“A good painting.”

“That's awkward.”

A line carrying a heavy bag looks back. Half of her said she was definitely going to a fair. There should be stuff in that bag for sale today.

“Did you prepare a lot? ”

“Things got bigger and bigger and they sacrificed until the weekend. ”

“Isn't it hard? ”

“But it's fun. ”

Sunhwa said vigorously.

“Where's Spring? ”

“I'm in school. Maybe he had something to prepare. ”

“Your class is a joke. We're a complete quartile. ”

“You do a lot of sightseeing. There are many ways to enjoy it. You must come to my class. Go make some money. ”

“Do we look like money? ”

“I wouldn't say no. ”

So, the three people who came together to the first grade were separated from the class.

End of Festival and Frog (1)

lim Han-baek