Great Novelist

He said, trembling. He liked the bookstore very much.

“The clerk there is an unusual friend. I've heard rumors about giving up company management somewhere, becoming a bookstore employee, and getting a few degrees from a mentor. I don't know what's real, but I love books. Anyway, it's fun to talk. ”

“I see.”

It's rare for a bookstore employee to be surrounded by so many rumors. I added a description of growing up to the astonished Lord.

“The owner there has a phobia. ”

Thinking that all the rumors started with his mouth, everything was lightened. The growing owner said that he knew how to use the image well.

“But I heard the rumors late. Meet people first. ”

“But?”

“I believe that rumor. ”

Whether the rumor is true or not, the clever individual is right. Weight is changed by the testimony of others. He nods.

“I don't know if I'll be here today. ”

Zahra mutters. His gaze is towards him.

“If you don't, you'll have a good head but a bad luck. ”

“A crowded day is a good holiday. ”

“There are no coincidences. ”

He put his hand in his pocket.

“I don't want to be too popular. ”

“I hope you know I've been a big fan of yours lately. ”

“I just said I was in trouble. ”

“Ah.”

Growing vigorously, I went ahead. He slowly followed behind. The bookstore quickly revealed itself.

“There are quite a few people. ”

“You seem to be looking for a lot today. ”

Not as much as the knights I saw growing up in the morning, but there were quite a few people. I went inside. There was no gathering of eyes or doing anything. Everyone heads down or raises their heads to the book. The sight was strangely pleasant.

“Here.”

Where Zahra pointed to, there was a temporary out of stock guide instead of a book.

“You're late.”

“Do you really not have any books? ”

Zahra circles around. I felt like I was looking for a clerk. He turned his back on his growing body before even saying he would give him a book of his own.

“You really don't have one? ”

“Yes, we are temporarily out of stock. ”

There was a shopkeeper who was already dealing with a guest beyond Zahra's shoulders. He said that with a bold face. I caught a deep crease in the customer's forehead.

“Then what is the book? ”

“This is it. ”

The book in the clerk's hand boasted a red cover. The clerk brazenly showed off the book.

“Bookstore staff also take time off. This book was prepared for that time. I bought it.”

A confident smile. The impression is lighter all at once. The aged guest kicked his tongue.

“If I were the host, I'd cut you off first. ”

“Don't say that. I've placed an additional order, so please come back in a week. I'll leave you with one. ”

“Tsk, please. ”

When the customer left, the clerk did not look back and opened the book again.

“You really don't have one? ”

The clerk quickly raised his head, checking his face and changing his face.

“It's been a long time. Mr. Jenkins.”

“You're lucky. ”

“I don't know what you're talking about. ”

“Look at that. ”

“That one?”

He stood still. I met the cashier's eyes. He looked back and forth between the books in his hands without saying a word. The collar moves.

“Welcome. ”

More common words flowed out than I thought. He gives up the giggling man and greets him.

“Maybe the book you're looking for. ”

I shook my hand at the attendant's words.

“No. Deal with him. ”

I turned around to see a bookstore.

“Now, wait a minute. ”

“Yes?”

“Let's go this way. ”

I led him to one side. He looked at the clerk with a curious look. He said calmly.

“Avoid a commercial break. I don't intend to use it as a way to promote it. They've already sold out the traitors. ”

The clerk signals to the lady at the counter. It seemed to be a host As she stares this way, she picks something up from under the counter and walks ahead. You follow them inside, and out comes the break room. It was a small space connected to the kitchen.

Cleaning tools and small tables were all there was.

“Still here. ”

“That's right.”

The host handed over the paper and pen to the cashier and asked for a silent handshake. A warm hand welcomed him. The owner of the fiction and the host of silence. A rumored clerk. I see why Zahra is a regular. The clerk approached and said.

“I need you to leave a trail. ”

I want a signature.

“Yeah, well. There's nothing wrong with that. ”

“Do you want me to do one? ”

“That would be great. ”

When I handed over the paper, I realized that the cashier's hands were shaking excitedly. Grew skillfully leaving a sign.

“You really don't have one? ”

Again, the cashier looked at him.

“Nothing. There's a writer by your side. You're at the bookstore, right? ”

“I'm a person who thinks buying books is part of reading. ”

“I've never heard of it. ”

“Me, too."

The shopkeeper's eyes were lively as he spoke.

“I started working at dawn today. It's been different from usual since morning. As soon as I put out my stand, I was swarmed by bees, and I bought a book. ”

“It's not good to express to a guest to be punished. ”

Zahra said without changing her face.

“My favorite insect. because their ecology is really logical. There are over 100,000 species in the world. ”

The host shakes his head small, and there he stops talking.

“Can I get you a cup of coffee? ”

It was not in the form of a book cafe. He personally said he would give me a ride. He had just come to the bookstore as a guest, but his position became strange. I watched it grow. The clerk sent a prowling trainee to the kitchen.

“I chose this job because it tasted like coffee for the first time in my life. ”

The clerk said confidently. Soon after, a mug with a cat on it was filled with coffee. The hand holding the cup was still slightly trembling. He drank coffee quietly. When I held the cup in my mouth, my eyes caught on for a moment.

“What's on my face? ”

The clerk responded angrily.

“I've never seen a writer before. ”

“Isn't that amazing?"

Zahra interrupts.

“I've just been reading your book, so it's even more unrealistic. What a coincidence, isn't it? ”

You really are a coincidence. It's been a long time. He licked his lips.

“Yes, it's true. ”

“Actually, I'm still dying to read. I'm almost done reading. It's the pinnacle.”

Zahra gives a strange admiration and pushes her head in.

“Funny enough to want to read a book when there's a coincidence in front of you? ”

The clerk raises one tail of his mouth.

“This is amazing. ”

I narrowed my growing eyes and stared at the book. Then I couldn't agree with him that he was an unread person. The clerk was well aware of that. So I took my eyes to coincidence.

“I wouldn't be in my right mind if I wrote something like this. ”

He froze with a smile. Reflexively comes to mind shortly after completing the article. When I was still a soldier, I finished my first draft. It wasn't that special.

“I'm always excited to see a world view complete, but the work of a coincidental writer is unique. ”

The clerk put his hands on his chest and said.

“I really almost cried on the job. ”

“Here comes the sad part. ”

“Dark backgrounds are hard to deny. Heavy material to handle. Fear flows through them even if you bring a little bit. Lift lightly and get hit in the back. ”

“Is someone dying? ”

“I can tell you if you want. ”

“I'm kidding.”

As I talked to the growing cashier, I grew more and more excited about the book. The difference between the reader and the unread was dramatic. I listened to the sound coming from outside the break room. Occasionally, the sound of customers' conversations was faint.

“Can I ask you a question? ”

The clerk opened his mouth in a completely different manner than before. He nods.

“As far as I can answer. ”

“I like the traitor character. The interpretation is completely different depending on how you look at it. ”

You nod. The traitor is more unpleasant than any reader. He was a symbol of both despair and hope. If it were not for the betrayer, mankind would be extinct. If it were not for the betrayal of the betrayer, no life would be ruled by man. God's language exists because of the traitor's betrayal. Their journey, their adventure. The world is made.

“How's the writer? How do you see it? A hero or a traitor? The mythical god? The fool who made the wrong choice? ”

He stared at the air for a moment. The rich dust appeared and disappeared.

“I'm reminded of someone who thinks of a traitor. ”

“Who are you, friend? ”

Zahra places her horse lightly. He shakes his head.

“Dead reader. ”

A moment of silence passed. He knew his brother and sister who died of leukemia without seeing the end of God's language. The dead brother liked the traitor more than anyone. I hated calling him a traitor.

“So he becomes a hero in the end? ”

The clerk glows and asks. He shakes his head.

“He will die. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

The clerk froze with his eyes open. He said with a joyful look.

“What's the matter? He's a mythical being. This is about the past. You know you're gonna die, right? ”

“From a narrative point of view, it's already out there. You know that. All the time I was reading, I wrote a dangerous, little story. ”

He took a deep breath.

“You're free to judge the dead. I'll leave it to my readers. ”

“Of course. ”

The clerk calmly replied. This is a coincidence. Accidental writer who wrote the traitor. The clerk thought that the existence of the dead reader inside would have had an impact on the article. Maybe that's why death is so full of stories. Maybe that's why coincidence is so strong in the material of death.

“I can't. ”

Growing up was when the clerk continued to analyze the coincidence in secret. An empty cup is shaken by rough behavior. Growing up had already drunk all the coffee. An uproar of tone comes out.

“How much? ”

I grabbed the growing cashier's shoulder. The clerk looks up at him, rarely embarrassed. He drank coffee.

Honor of the Traitor (2) End

lim Han-baek