Great Novelist

He left the park early in the morning and slowly warmed up. The park was quiet. Today he was the first to arrive. They'll be here in a few minutes. I spread my legs shoulder-width apart and lightly lengthened my flank. I could see the world from an inverted perspective. Everything is in place.

You see someone approaching from behind the pavement. I stood straight up in the familiar silhouette and opened my mouth to greet him, but I was speechless for a moment.

“Hello.”

The opponent greets boldly. He couldn't have known where his gaze was. The wind blows. His forehead blows open, covering his forehead without a castle.

“You.”

“Yes.”

I spoke again to the scroll standing still.

“Where did you leave your eyebrows? ”

It's empty. There's nothing where the eyebrows were. Two thick eyebrows went missing. A friend I met at the meeting place came out missing two eyebrows. I can't believe you're giving me such a unique experience.

“I shaved it.”

“Did you carve it?”

I shaved my eyebrows. I could see how much the eyebrows were affecting my face. The scroll was a face that could not be found to be shamed. I was taking the risk of doing what I did. It was fortunate that it wasn't someone else's mold. Suddenly there's a grudge against thick eyebrows.

“Why?”

I asked why.

“I can't write. ”

A very author-like answer came back. I was stuck again. His old face, which he remembered, touched my head. It was different from the current face without eyebrows, but the same. Whether he had eyebrows or not, the scroll was a pen. I looked at my dull face for a moment.

“Why?”

I asked why the article was not written. Again, the answer was easy.

“By chance. ”

“Coincidence.”

There seems to be some percentage of responsibility for the eyebrows. Eyes meet. You hear Baron's voice behind you.

“Are you two here already? ”

Baron, who appeared behind the scroll, was still unaware of the situation. He received an awkward greeting and the scroll turned. Baron's white whitewash passes by his eyes and gazes somewhere. A moment of silence passed.

“Are you a rebel? ”

A smile burst out. I don't think I'm going to be exercising today. It was not a weather that could talk for a long time. He moved to a cafe near the door. The neighborhood's 24-hour cafe was quiet.

“Warm.”

Each of them grabbed his cup and took his place in the corner. It was early, so the seats were all empty. However, there were some people who bought coffee, such as the owner of a laundromat, a company member wearing a coat, and a college student wearing paddles on their pajamas. He looked inside the café for a moment and opened his mouth.

“To recap, the reason you cut your eyebrows is coincidence? ”

“What's the coincidence? ”

Baron raises questions. He still shrugged his shoulders, not knowing the details of the situation. Eventually, the gaze turned to the eyebrow free pencil. He was drinking a chocolate mocha with a blunt expression.

“No. The reason I shaved my eyebrows was because I couldn't write. ”

“Is it a coincidence that you haven't written anything? ”

“Yes.”

I didn't just hand over the minor differences.

“Why? Was it a coincidence? ”

Baron bites his chin at this strange situation. His gaze was still on the eyebrows covered by a few strands of flowing forehead.

“No, it's comforting. ”

It was his chance to be a fan. He read the coincidence and said he was comforted.

“Actually, I just finished a piece recently. It's a script, though.”

“About the bank? ”

“Yes.”

“Oh, that's something to celebrate. ”

Baron said, gathering his mouth. However, the inscription replied without any emotion.

“But I didn't think so. ”

“Not what? ”

“Not enough.”

“That's because it's a script. If you revise it while you're retreating.”

“That's not what I meant. ”

I read the sublimation. His voice is low.

“It was very shocking. ”

Baron glances at him for a moment and nods quietly. One word, sublimation, gives me a rough idea of the situation he's in. Baron glances at Lord. He listened to his story without any reaction.

“Fire is scary, sin exists, and I don't know what it is. And eventually, they're terrified to the end, and then they lower the membrane. Without consolation, without encouragement, we push ourselves into a corner, and at the end of the day we don't really know what's going on. I'm just amazed that this is what I wrote after the river. ”

That was a big finish. Baron mutters.

“How can coincidence be used like that? After reading the sublimation, after reading my manuscript, I thought it was a failure. ”

He felt the hot temperatures rising from the glass he was holding. The low voice of the scroll reminded me of the conversation I had a while ago. The best said, some would have given up on the writer's path.

“Give up?”

He asked boldly.

“No.”

He answered decisively. He said he wouldn't give up even though he was stuffy because he wrote enough to shave his eyebrows. Empty eyebrows did not make me feel beaten. He lowers his eyes.

“Fascinating. There are no scores or answers in the writing, but I definitely feel like this person is above me. It was frustrating. I couldn't write because my head was so noisy. I figured out a way to turn things around. ”

“Is that your eyebrows? ”

“I thought it would be cool to carve. ”

“It looks cold because it's not cool. ”

“There's really no big difference. ”

Baron points his head at the nonsense.

“You're a strange one, too. ”

“Strange without eyebrows, too. ”

“· · · · · · Yeah, we're starting soon, so what? ”

“The front of your head will cover it. ”

“It won't cover it. ”

“That's okay. I don't have any friends to mock. ”

“· · · · · · · That's good. ”

I saw the side of the scroll talking to Baron.

“Do you want to meet coincidences? ”

He turns his head and looks at himself.

“Do you want me to meet him? ”

The scroll was firm. The question was, "What does that mean? Are you kidding?" I didn't laugh, I was just exposing my empty eyebrows. He smiled and asked.

“Do you want to question coincidence? I can't write because of you. I don't like what I've done, so I'm going crazy. That's why I shaved my eyebrows. ”

He examined the scroll calmly.

“What's the end? How is it possible to write something like that? I lied to you about your age. You hired someone. And if you'd actually completed the manuscript in a legitimate way, would you have hung up on me to let me know the secret? ”

“· · · · · · · No. ”

The answer that came out a little late was also decisive. I was sure of the answer. He was doubting himself. Perhaps the beginning is the voice. Accidentally, he revealed his voice. Of course, it is very difficult to only notice that you are a coincidence with your voice. But after that, you win.

Anger is published. He reads the end of the sublimation. It contains words that feel very similar to the ones you used to write as a spacecraft. The Bible came to the festival and read its own sand, and before that, it had read its own writings in the literature.

He understood what the question just meant. And refused. The scroll didn't want any coincidence to reveal itself here.

“I'm coming for you. ”

“How?”

“Become a writer. ”

The coincidence of becoming a world-class writer and aspiring writer who has not even started the paragraph yet. In front of that trivial difference, he was ridiculed to shave his eyebrows and confidently declare it.

“Coincidence will go further. ”

The scroll's eyes widened a little. He looked out the window. Birds are flying. I don't know the name. But it was definitely flying in the sky.

The scroll follows him, looking behind the bird and nodding softly. Coincidence will go further away. It will fly higher. There was enthusiasm in the eyes that appeared under the hollow eyebrows.

The three of them went around the park later than usual and broke up late. There were people passing by, poking at the face of the scroll, but not more than I thought. He was beaten by a moaning crowd. He applauded such a scribe. When he was beaten, he left Baron alone.

Then Baron asked.

“What if you can't see him forever? ”

The scripture that he believed to be a writer and the conversation that he knew he would be a writer was uncertain enough for Baron to hear. He saw the bus stop in front of him. A lot of people got sidetracked. There are people who need to get out of the same space and there are people who need to get up.

There is a person who is the destination and a person who is the origin.

“That's not so bad either. Maybe the reader closest to me is that one. ”

“Wouldn't it be disappointing to hear that? ”

“You just got to know him. ”

“Don't change your words. ”

I didn't intend to change my mind. He saw the bus leaving.

“It's okay. He's definitely going to be a writer. And it's a coincidence. I don't know what to say at the time. Accidentally, I'm sure his writing will cool him down. ”

“You're very relaxed. ”

Even though he said it was not at all, Barron did not believe it.

“I wonder what he'll write. I can't believe you shaved your eyebrows. No matter how much I think about it, he's not a sane man. I guess writing is for crazy people. Double personality.”

“Anyone can write. ”

You've used it before. When he told the truth, Barron raised his hands.

“I almost spit in my face. ”

Baron shakes his big hand and fixes the position he was holding his legs in.

“Your writing affects a lot of people. ”

He looked at the direction the scroll was going.

“The ending you wrote is going to be a speaker for a long time. Maybe it's in the textbooks. ”

He quietly listened to his story.

“Critics say that they will praise it, but they won't know who it is. He just said that what he had been thinking about was a coincidence. ”

A motorcycle passed quickly in front of me. The noise was huge. Everyone frowned. In the meantime, a small whisper was whispered only to him.

“You're a great writer. ”

He was serious. In it was admiration, awe, and a little concern.

“Tell me if you have a hard time. ”

“Yes.”

So instead of denying it, he simply replied. The signal has changed. The cars have crossed the line because there were only two of them standing in front of the traffic light. It was a move to take over an empty path. Baron steps forward. Don't worry.

“I still have a lot of stories I want to write. ”

Baron walks across without hearing. He glances at it for a moment and then turns to the other side.

sublimate (3) end

lim Han-baek