Great Novelist

“I can tell you when you get back in there. ”

His hand is towards the black sea. A serene tone of speech. It's like I'm being asked to do an errand. He weighed the truth and asked.

“Really?"

“Yes. Why should I go in first and ask for help? Do you want to run?”

“Why do you want to see me drown? ”

“Well, that's interesting. ”

He smiles brightly. When the wind blows, the long hair covers my face halfway.

“Back. I envy you. It's like the protagonist's skin has been repaired. ”

Your face is pale. You cleverly conceal the truth with vanity and lies and mock your followers. When I narrowed my eyes and looked at him, Kangwon raised one mouth. I have a bad feeling about this. His smile accompanied the ominous. When I was cautious, I felt good.

“I admitted you. ”

“Yes?”

“I can see it in your eyes. Good choice.”

A moment ago, his attitude disappeared like a lie. He slaps you on the shoulder. I didn't feel anything. I asked.

“So you're telling me about the end? ”

“That's all for today. ”

“Already?”

“Can't you see it's dark? I'm cold.”

Kang Wol trembled, sweeping his arms with both hands. There was no dignity or weight in the tumultuous behavior. It is completely different from Hyundai or speaker. Sniff your nose.

“You're on your own.”

“I don't know. It's cold. ”

“Wait a minute.”

The river turned its back. A sudden breakup. He reaches out to grab him. That was the end. I forcibly open my eyes. I looked at the time. I was just over eight o'clock. Slowly the reality returned to me. I rub my face and sigh. I can't believe I got kicked out like this.

“I'm going back to sleep. ”

I closed my eyes after hitting the curtain. The room was definitely dark. I can sleep. Breath is calmed. My eyes are closed. But I couldn't close my ears. I hear the refrigerator spinning. My feet are itchy. My pillows are uncomfortable. You throw away the blanket. You turn around. I looked at the time while lying down. Only ten minutes passed. I looked at the ceiling with my bare eyes. Unventilated air suffocates my breath.

“Damn it.”

I woke up. I gave up. I dragged my heavy body out of bed.

“The protagonist decides to kill the client. ”

There is a detailed plot. The protagonist returns any repair items before the end of the day. Keep him sane.He's never had a client before. It's the first thing that can't be undone. I see a soul leaving after killing him. I realize, in my mind, that he is about to walk out of his life.

“Do you think you'll like the writer Kang Wool? ”

The work begins. The end of the epic is the homeless. A young man across the bridge appears as a speaker. I see a homeless man sitting still. The young man talks to him for a job interview assignment. Young people use new words, wax their heads, handle machines well, be informed, go to college, and do not perceive homelessness as a social class. He asks.

“Why don't you work? ”

The homeless head bows.

“Why aren't you working?" he asked. Why do you live without a job? ”

“I am a sinner. ”

“People like you shouldn't get lucky. ”

The homeless remained silent.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“Yes, I'm sorry. ”

The young man happily asks questions. He's free. The price for his story goes into the young man's pocket. The homeless man hugged a coin bag.

“Tell me about your life. ”

The young man wanted to know.

“I wonder how I can be like you. ”

The homeless man raises his head. All the exposed were rotten.

“I killed a man. ”

The young man takes a step back. It was a handrail overlooking the river. He raised his head.

“Do you think you'll like the writer Kang Wool? ”

I cramped my chin and thought deeply.

*

“You're here. ”

“What a coincidence. ”

“It's been a long time. ”

Along the side of the city is a unique mustache. He was able to respond calmly because he knew he was there. He had a friendly smile on his face consistently.

“I do. I wish you'd come to dinner. ”

“I'm busy these days, you know. ”

The editor stroked his mustache. Every time I moved my mouth, my beard moved. He promised to speak first the next time things were done.

“We thank you for your good writing. ”

It provided positive ratings floating around within the publisher. He smiled awkwardly and responded. Hyundai was drinking tea quietly.

“I just came to the publisher a while ago, and I once again felt like I liked your image. ”

“Me?”

“Journalists will come and talk about you without asking. ”

The editor winked. I dodged a slight eye. The editor wrote about the conversation that day. He listened to it with one ear, but his whole nerve was with Hyundai.

“Oh, am I interrupting? You two have something to talk about, don't you? ”

“It's not like that. ”

“You've barely noticed. ”

He saw the status quo. He lowers his glass and says:

“You've got a heavy ass. ”

“I'm so happy to talk to you. I'll be going now. Please proceed. ”

“Sure."

“I'll see you soon. What a coincidence.”

“Yes? Yes · · · · · · · · ·. ”

He winks again and disappears like the wind. It was Hyundai who opened his mouth in the remaining workshops alone.

“So what did he say? ”

“Who?”

“About the river. ”

He said with a small smile.

“The manuscript has already been completed. I'm not an idiot. ”

“Hmm.”

“I heard you were in a cabbage patch. ”

“All I'm saying is that I came out in a dream. ”

He kicked his tongue. But it wasn't a bad look. Rather, he seemed to be smiling. He stared at the situation.

“So?”

“Yes.”

In the eyes of Hyundai, Ahjussi made a point.

“I've decided not to kill the protagonist. ”

“What about the client?”

“I'll kill you. ”

“Why?”

“To get the protagonist into the irreversible. ”

“Why would I do that? ”

“Nevertheless, I want to see the protagonist alive. ”

“How far did you write? ”

“I started in the future. The future of heroes.”

Hyundai nods as if he understood.

“That went smoother than I expected. ”

“I got a hint from the speaker. ”

“You got it. ”

It was clear that she had her help.

“You said you tried. ”

“Yes.”

“What was the story? ”

“What are you going to do with it? ”

“For your information.”

“Don't tell me. ”

“Yes?”

The river passed over the face of Hyundai. Stress in dreams affects reality. Reflexively frowning, Hyundai raises his head.

“We should write your story. ”

He remained silent for a moment.

“You don't want to show me the manuscript you dropped? ”

“There is such a thing. ”

“You're in no position to say anything to Writer Kang. ”

Hyundai smiled lightly. He raises another question.

“How did Kang Wool accept that he was going to die? ”

Hyundai looked at the air for a moment. And I answered.

“I don't know.”

It was a dry answer.

“Don't you know? ”

“How should I know? ”

I met Hyundai's eyes. I quickly realized that I had misunderstood the question. It was the same in the book.

“How did you take the death of the author Kang Wool? ”

Hyundai raised his cup of tea. I said it boldly without taking it with my mouth.

“Before he died, I wrote down his death. Friends die in many different ways. Vainglory, majesty, meaninglessness, noiselessness, agony, happiness. Kang Wool hung my arm with various expressions. ”

Death evokes bad imagination. The writer's imagination is writing.

“But not a word has come out since he died. ”

“Because your imagination came true? ”

“No, I was tired. So I took a break, and soon I was able to write again, and I wrote. ”

He mutters a little.

“I couldn't forget the moment my soul left me. ”

He raised his head. There was nothing about the soul in his book. is among unpublished manuscripts. Yearbooks, I bet. They must have moved it to a sentence.

“I've never seen a man die before, but it's nothing. Nevertheless, I couldn't accept it at the time. ”

He took the time to slowly engrave his death in his heart. Life was long and moments were not forever. It reminded me of the river. The river that was looking at the sea seemed to have stopped.

“Let's take a walk. ”

“Yes?”

“I want to get some fresh air. ”

He opened his mouth for a moment and woke up quietly. I was walking around and stopped by the convenience store. to buy water.

“ · · · · · ·. ”

The part-time student flinches this way. He pressed on his hat. He didn't seem interested in the guest. He seems dishonest. Do not place your phone in front of the register I heard a vague swearing beyond the phone. He suddenly bursts out a big smile. He examined Hyundai. Hyundai confidently handed over the money.

“You don't need an envelope. ”

The part-time student, who had just taken out the envelope, looked at the status quo and said loudly.

“To.”

Even if it is yes, it is an ambiguous pronunciation to say yes. Chewing gum. Hyundai turned.

“Good work.”

“To.”

I asked myself, standing there dazed.

“Do you have anything to buy? If you're hungry, I'll buy you one. ”

“I'm fine.”

I wasn't hungry, but I didn't want to increase my sales. Hyundai dared to nod and open the door. You hear a rattle louder.

“I wonder what part-time student was calling. ”

“Friends, I suppose.”

“I'm working. Are you okay? ”

“I don't want to work. ”

He smiled lightly and said.

“Just do it in front of the boss, and you'll get what you want without a problem. ”

“It's society that destroys individuals. ”

Hyundai opened the lid of the bottled water. The content popped with refusal. Hyundai's hands are wet.

“Look, I can't get water unless someone sells it for me. It's similar to shaping values. ”

“There's the water table. ”

“You don't understand. ”

Dried laughter flowed. The atmosphere has cleared. Hyundai walks ahead. A homeless man sits begging in front of a big billboard on his way down to the subway station.

“Look at you acting. ”

A passerby whispered. He seemed to lack both hands. A hook protrudes out of the sleeve. He doesn't have any feelings for the sound of a mixed complaint coming from behind. Rather, it was more like empathy. Perhaps that homeless man will take out his two hidden arms somewhere at the end of the day and ride out of the street in a foreign car. So you don't have to give him the money.

“Can't a man like that die? ”

The Spirit of the Crescent (2) End

lim Han-baek