Great Novelist

“Coincidentally, you are resting comfortably. ”

Isabella reports the coincidence to Kelly Coin, who is resting in a hotel in Denver. After he ate the food he ordered for room service. It was all coin that was forcibly walking the streets of New York. Isabella said, placing her legs on the table.

“Is that what you wanted to brag about? You usually don't even bother. ”

The Manhattan apartment he accidentally handed out was one of the buildings he was wondering if he would visit once or twice a year. Leave the management to others.

“The dumbest question I've ever been asked since I was born. ”

“What?”

“My house, my car, my land. It's all written. If you don't show this to coincidence, who will you show it to? ”

Isabella laughed in her bold words.

“When I see someone, I think it's a house I live to brag about. ”

“Yes, I bought it to show to the journalist who ignored me. ”

“The stupidest thing I've ever heard. ”

The coin turns its gaze to the landscape outside the window with no answer. There were many cars and houses over there.

“I'm a writer. ”

“I know. There's nothing left of you. ”

“Society and cooperation. ”

“What a lame joke. ”

Isabella looks at him frowning, but he's serious.

“I'm telling you, even the best of us can't help it. Two things are necessary to survive, aren't they? Goddamn human ecosystem. ”

People were passing by the street he was looking down at. Isabella, who was watching him from behind, seems to be putting up a fight with the world.

“I know exactly where I stand in that paragraph. It started when I was punching in hierarchy. ”

“It was a person you hit. ”

His shoulders twitch once. He smiles. He can't see his face.

“Well said. I punched a man, but he was hostile to paragraphs and associations and stuff. Strangely.”

The reason why people in the same industry hated to hear his name was his personality but there was definitely a bigger factor. Isabella knew. If the broken nose was not a famous journalist, but a new unknown author, he would have passed quietly. Oh, no.

Mudo won't even know about it. He has power. Breaking a new writer's nose doesn't change anything. There are a lot of powerful people who know.

“Four Cannulas. Four Hugo statues. I received many awards in genre novels, in eulogy, in scenarios, in children's literature. They hate me, but they have to admit it. My book is for sale. ”

“You survived with your skills. ”

“That's not it. ”

Isabella was surprised by the denial of coins.

“Then what is it? ”

“Luck. I'm the only one who survived that evidence. ”

He is a world-class writer. There was a lot of fighting to get there because it was a bad start. She used to shed tears reading coins. But there were tears in the writings of other writers. There must be others who haven't had the chance. Illegal sheath

There were many people who saw damage to the item.

“It's all man-made. ”

Institutions, power, systems. All were born in the hands of man. Isabella looks over her shoulder at the scene of his gaze. Everything I saw was like that. Isabella's appetite is bitter. The look in Coin's eyes was very clear from the window.

“There are murderers and doctors in this world. ”

“Yes, it's in your writings. ”

Isabella recalls the manuscript she received from him. Murderer and doctor.

“The man who kills to protect his children, and the man who saves lives for money and honor. A man who killed a robber and became a murderer. The man who saved the killer and became a doctor. ”

“Right. It's my job to use people. ”

The coin still looks out the window. It seems that she saw nothing but that he could not easily take his eyes off her.

“Then tell me. Whose side are you on? ”

Side divide was childish. But Isabella folds her arms and says,

“He killed a man. I stabbed him.”

“In a court of law, I admit self-defense. ”

“· · · · · · But I'm on the doctor's side. ”

“Yes, the doctor who gets paid to cover his patients. ”

It was a sarcastic tone.

“Yes, that's right. The doctor, the guy with no money, the bystander. ”

Isabella didn't change her mind until the end.

“Why?”

“That's why the murderer's innocence was bought with money. I can't admit it. ”

“I knew it. There will be many readers who think like you. There will be a lot of readers who don't think like you do. ”

Coin said.

“You're both wrong. Two people are monsters. It doesn't matter if you stand up for them. Only a few years ago, people who weren't born saw the world and changed. ”

Isabella pinches his words.

“You write people's stories, right? ”

“That's the problem. It's always the last thing to find out about a monster. ”

His writings are a warning. And swearing is a kind of finger that these humans in the world exist, and that you, too, may someday be, and that you in the crowd already look like this. Isabella asked.

“Whose side are you on then? ”

“I'm on my side. ”

Coin said the most. Isabella skillfully followed the conversation.

“Compared to who? ”

“Compared to me who didn't write. Everyone knows I get weaker every time I write. Especially now. ”

“I've never heard that before in my life. It's a minor change only the parties can see. ”

“So I'm on my side. ”

Isabella kicks her tongue. I tried to give him a beating, but I had nothing to say. Isabella reminds me of a coworker who decided to leave last month. A colleague goes out looking for another job. I was neither young nor in good condition. The surroundings are all dried up. She was against it, too.

C. The world was too strong an enemy. Kelly Coin smiles lightly at the nonsense that she has become sweeter. At least according to world-renowned writer Kelly Coin, what she had to do was cheer, not oppose. The coin turns roughly away from the window.

“So I don't have a problem boasting to coincidence. Rather brag about it. Each association should reward me more for my writing, and people should read my writing more. Even if it's a coincidence it's a double crown, it's not for me yet. I'm sweet.

I'm informing the coincidence. ”

Isabella shakes her head. Ulcer.

“Don't brag about money. ”

“In the upper and lower relationships. ”

“Wow. Is that a coincidence that you're a writer of your own talents? ”

Coin's mood flutters in an instant. He turns and lies in bed. Isabella left him alone for a moment, checked his phone and told him.

“Let's go to the awards ceremony. Dongbaek publishers have already arrived. ”

He was speechless. Isabella sighs.

“Here we go again. ”

Eventually, the two people who could not escape being late again and entered the awards ceremony were in a hurry to cut off the words of the winner who was raising the atmosphere. People staring at a stage lit from a memory larger than the awards hall on the cannula are sensitive to the appearance of coins worthless.

Everyone there was a writer, and the writer was sensitive.

“Kelly Coin. ”

Someone mutters his name with a groan. There was also a grudge against the coincidence of entrusting him with the prime minister.

*

“Why are you so quiet all of a sudden? ”

He asked, looking at the winner shining on the screen. The half-decapitated grandfather stopped looking at the distance in a panic. I was just being sarcastic. Susan shrugs, chewing popcorn next to her.

“I don't know. Maybe there's an accident. ”

It was yesterday that I flew here from New York. I stayed in Manhattan for three days. In the meantime, I also met butterflies who came to America on business trips. I couldn't meet Taylor because of work. I remember when I met a butterfly while eating the bread Susan gave me. She's American.

I took myself to a Korean restaurant in.

“I was there when I won your cannula. Of course, there was no writer. Anyway, it was the happiest day of my life. ”

“That's a relief. ”

“But I'm not satisfied. ”

What the butterfly said was not surprising. She was like that. It seemed full of thoughts about the Hugo statue. When she doesn't react so strongly, she slaps the table on which the plate rises.

“When you reach the Double Crown, you'll get everyone's attention. ”

“More here? I kind of hate that. ”

“What are you talking about? Everyone will look up to you. There's no writer in the world who has named him at your age. ”

Butterflies stared at themselves and said.

“Everyone will see you and think you've succeeded. ”

There, he smiled small.

“Is that so?"

“Of course! I want to be a coincidence. I want to live by accident. There are people who say they're jealous of coincidence. ”

At that time, I couldn't remember what I had answered. It was because I was thinking about something else. You think of the past, then you all think of yourself as a failure. Fall and misfortune have always followed before the name coincidence. If the press is worth forgetting,

discussed the name of. I put my face up on the screen. Then what about yourself? Did he think his life was a failure back then? Maybe he didn't want to think that, so he filled his brain with alcohol.

“What do you think? ”

I raised my head in Susan's voice. She holds the cup in her hand. The white glass shines like new.

“What?”

“Results. ”

“Oh, the Hugo Award. ”

Susan stares at herself.

“What's the matter? ”

“I'm not nervous at all. How many times has your editor changed his face? ”

He looked at the penis sitting next to him. Both my legs and hands were trembling.

“Are you all right?"

“My heart is going to burst. ”

His pale face makes it sound like a joke.

“Can I call you an ambulance? ”

“Not yet. ”

He saw two people giving and receiving opinions without awkwardness. Since the first time we met. Nam-Kyung was good at treating people as an editor. Susan was fun, too.

“Sir, it's an honor to have this moment with you. ”

“Me, too."

Suzanne placed her hands on the words of the trembling Nam-Kyung.

“So am I. Watching the awards live at Coin's house. It's an honor."

At that moment, a cheer erupted. The three of them simultaneously turned their eyes to the screen.

End of Double Crown (4)

lim Han-baek