Great Novelist

A red hat. You turn your head and look in the direction you hear your voice. He was the one standing outside the line. Standing near the bus stop, she looks exactly this way. Another voice came in when I thought I'd been spotted.

“It's a coincidence, right? ”

He was standing right behind him. I asked him on his back. He thought with his hat in his hand. How do they know? He replied, still bracing one foot across the bus.

“Yes, that's right. ”

When he answered awkwardly, he reached out his cell phone and asked.

“Can you take a picture? ”

“Well, yeah. ”

He wanted to see the bus driver and passengers alternately and realize that the situation was a bit embarrassing, but he immediately took out his phone. I got off the bus. The person sitting on the bus looks out the window and looks this way. The people behind him stop without grasping their ribs. You hear a whistling sound on the bus. Come on, get in.

I was bitten completely inside the road beyond the stop bench. There were those who followed themselves off the line. Buses come again, but chances of coincidence don't come easy.

“I'm a huge fan. ”

“Take a picture, please. ”

When I take a picture with the person behind me, the bus departs slowly. Then it stops. Someone rushes off on the bus. He ran towards himself.

“You're a coincidence writer! I want a picture, too."

Shutter sounds. The passers-by stopped and sparked curiosity. Someone asks. Coincidence. Someone answered. There were conversations like that everywhere.

“Me, too."

She, who called herself a red hat, approaches. He also entered her angle.

“Well done on your interview. ”

“Thank you."

During the photo shoot, she repeated the same words several times. She presses a series of photos to make the shutter sound more noisy. People line up. I have already recognized myself. The crowd quickly bursts out. People gather. Those who see coincidence scream.

He sighed deeply. I might be late for an appointment. It was stuck for several minutes.

“I barely got out. ”

I escaped from the crowd and caught a cab. On the message that it might be too late, Nam-Kyung said he would be drinking tea with the butterflies. I met a taxi that had already driven a guest and a taxi that was just passing by. I don't think the taxis in front of me will ever know that they left their guests by accident. When I told him where I was going and lowered my window, the taxi driver greeted me.

“Hello."

I saw the sunglasses worn by the taxi driver through the rearview mirror. The lighter color was getting lighter inside the lens. I need to buy some sunglasses.

“Weren't you the one who was on TV a while ago? ”

“Not a · · · · · · · celebrity. ”

“Aren't you a writer? ”

“Yes, that's right. ”

I didn't think I would recognize myself this well. In the past, there were many people who just went to the bookstore and didn't know themselves. I swallowed a sigh. I decided to ask.

“Where did you live in those sunglasses? ”

“This was a gift from my daughter. Why? ”

“I was wondering if I could buy some sunglasses. ”

The taxi driver smiled for a moment and said:

“Can I ask my daughter? ”

“I'm fine.”

There was quite a distance to the destination, so I was able to talk to the taxi driver a lot. The article was very talkative. Since he started working as a taxi driver, everything that happened during the Great Depression has been added up. I could get a lot of information. One of them was the fact that the knight's daughter was a fan of coincidence.

“Can you sign for me later? Or a picture.”

“Yes, I'll do it. ”

Every time the taxi driver found out something about himself, he was happy. It was because I had more to say to my daughter. The knight asked a few questions since then, whether it was to increase the number of words to tell his daughter.

“They say it's a great article. ”

“Thank you."

“I think it's great to see you writers. Do you have a boyfriend?”

“Nothing.”

“How much do you earn writing a book? ”

“It's good enough to live by writing. ”

“With a pen, you can write a story, right? ”

“It's not as cool as you're driving. ”

“Well said. I felt it on the air. ”

He told me frankly about things that were not worth hiding. The car ran fast. The road was not blocked, so I was able to arrive earlier than expected. As promised, I took a picture with the taxi driver and even left a signature on the paper. Australia has also decided to include this in its perceived reasons for arriving and explaining. I entered the building. I was so calm that I couldn't compare to the time when it was crowded.

“Hello, accidental writer. ”

As I entered the publisher, employees greeted me. It was very strange to be greeted by them. I look past those who do not know that I am a coincidental writer.

“Give me that handshake. ”

I felt a long way to the conference room.

“It's the first time you've been late. ”

“You'll understand if you listen to me. ”

In reply to Nam-Kyung's words, he took off his hat. The butterfly smiles and says it's okay.

“Are you here to answer people's demands? ”

“Something like that."

“A lot of people ask me about you these days. ”

She said she had more ships than ever before. It was like accepting someone's permission to reveal their face. Like his willingness to share all his personal information. Butterflies were able to easily predict what the parties would look like as well.

“It's cold, but eat it. ”

Nam-Kyung handed out coffee from outside to him. I was also thankful for the cold coffee because I was thirsty. I got rid of my tardiness while drinking tea.

“So let's take a look. ”

The conference room desk was filled with magazines and materials from the company with interviews.

“Are you sure you want to do one? How many countries are there?”

Nam-Kyung asked, and he answered decisively.

“I actually felt like I wanted to finish with an interview the other day. ”

Nam-Kyung saw himself with his own eyes when he saw a strange person. When I asked him why, he immediately said.

“It seems to me that you are the interview type. Why are you denying this? ”

“What is the nature of the interview? ”

“A race that can forget a lunch box before broadcasting. ”

He admitted that he did not say anything completely wrong, despite his vain laughter. In the past, he was very fond of outdoor activities.

“Still, I'm glad this interview was responsive. In fact, the writer was anxious because he didn't have the data. ”

“I was so shaken when I saw her. ”

I was tired of the tension that Nam-Kyung felt throughout the recording. Others certainly don't know that they have a lot of experience. You're worried about what an inexperienced young writer might say to the camera.

“But it turns out that you're not the best writer. I took a step back, and I began to covet where I was. ”

Butterflies were excited and said, Nam-Kyung empathized.

“Other publishers have contacted us a lot. I want to put you on the show. ”

“Look at this. New York, Paris, London, Tokyo. What kind of dream is this? ”

The position of requesting interviews from the leading brands in each country that had to wash their fingers while working as an agent was very thrilling, and returning the intention of refusal except for one place. The butterfly trembles.

“No matter who talks nonsense at home or abroad, we can handle anything. ”

He pretended not to hear it and looked into it. American Weekly Magazines also stood out. It focuses on cultural criticism and implications. I've heard of them before.

“Oh, I know this place. ”

He heard one of them. The best sign was a photograph of an Italian writer on the cover. She was sitting on an old looking couch, looking straight ahead, and it was very natural. The location of the shoot was the writer's home library.

“This is where Kelly Coin was reported. ”

I immediately recognized the butterfly. He nods. A magazine featuring a villa of coins you visited recently. Nam-Kyung looked over his shoulder and said,

“This was the place to make a series of writers' rooms? ”

“Yes, it's a big company. ”

A familiar brand came out of the mouth of the butterfly. It reminded me of a letter I saw in a journalist's business card I met in the United States. It was definitely the same affiliate. I took it to heart and read an interview with an Italian writer. The story was mainly about a novel published by the author. There are natural pictures everywhere. The question was more spontaneous than asking a question formatted to follow a writer's answer earlier. Italian writers used to tell stories about their work, but somehow there was an illusion that they seemed to have gained a deep understanding of themselves. I thought of a reason. The answer was quick. A photograph, thanks to a photograph of the room. A room full of traces of the writer is representing the author. As I was reading slowly, the butterfly said,

“Do you like it? ”

“Yeah, I'm okay with that. ”

“Do you want me to hold it there? ”

Moments were taken. Butterflies revealed that they were looking at it, too.

“You have your own space now. Just right.”

He smiled awkwardly and said.

“I haven't packed yet. ”

“It's time to adjust. And as you can see, there's a lot of good things about this interview. ”

Obviously, this approach can reach readers naturally. I thought about it for a moment and put it down. There are still many other places.

“I'll decide what to report first. ”

The butterfly nods happily. He also added that there are still many places I would recommend.

“I just want you to know that moving isn't going to get in the way of what you want. ”

Even if it's a coincidence they're homeless, they'll be happy to come. Butterflies seemed to say so. Choosing is in my position. I don't regret it. I reached out and read the magazine next to me. I also read the material next to it. I found out which authors were interviewed and how the questions were going. There was no worse place. Butterflies gave an intermediate explanation, and Nam-Kyung recommended the most popular magazine of all. He took the recommendation and chose to take the lane. The last thing I had left was an old couch.

“I'll contact you first. ”

“Yes, please. ”

Butterflies never doubted that things would go smoothly.

End of Author's House (2)

lim Han-baek