Great Novelist

Considering his words, I turned to her this time. In his eyes, she gasps and opens her mouth.

“I'm not going. ”

That's all. That's a good answer, too. He accepts, but the man doesn't seem to like her.

“What's wrong with her? ”

“What's wrong with you? ”

“What?”

“Why are you so impatient? ”

“I don't understand. I don't like it. ”

His shiny hair shakes roughly. There seemed to be a lot of complaints in the world.

“What's not to like? ”

“His posture and attitude. You're wasting your time. ”

His posture and attitude were not too good. He said with a small smile.

“That's your point of view. Did you ever think about using it? ”

“I haven't tried it. ”

There is no roughness. He passes through the fortress and reaches out to her.

“Hey, what's your name? ”

She didn't answer. The man shoves his head into her silence. Instead of your name,

“Hey."

The name stuck in my mouth.

“Hey, listen up. Sitting around like this makes you look shallow and bad for your back. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

“Hey."

When she is unresponsive, the man looks up and down at her and asks.

“Have you committed a sin? ”

I hear her head a little. Your eyes are fierce. Small voices do not prevent you from getting angry.

When he read the denial in his eyes, he did not back down.

“Then why can't I? ”

“I don't want to talk just because · · · · · · · · I don't want to talk, · · · · because I've been idle for a while · · · · · · · · ·. ”

It was small, and the pronunciation was incorrect. I can't hear you, but I'm angry.

He saw her. You grip the sand. She anticipates her next move and intervenes between the two.

At that moment, I swing my arm.

The sand flies. It touches the back of the head. I crawled into my hair. A small grain descends on your neck. It seemed to fit a little inside my clothes.

You hear a small swallow of breath behind you. He reassured her. The man smiles in joy at her reaction.

He dried the man like a broken-down calf.

“Here, here. Stop.”

“What?”

I'm gonna leave you two alone. It was affecting each other. Too much was always bad. He squeezed between the two of them. There is a gap between the train and the landing platform.

“Hey! Listen up. I don't get it. Why are you refusing to communicate? Get angry when you're angry! ”

The man raised his voice, regardless of the distance. She was consistent with silence again.

“Aren't you paying enough now? ”

On the contrary, he said to him who was furious as she was.

“You're ignoring it.”

“I can't believe you're yelling. ”

He raises his hand and shuts his mouth. And I said,

“Town!”

“Quiet. You're from another world. Maybe a different language.”

He sprinkles his hands. But it was too late. She couldn't understand what he was saying. He can't understand what she's saying.

The man took a voluntary step back to understand the situation. During that time, Lord spoke to her who could neither do this nor that.

“Tell me what you want. ”

If you tell her what she wants, she'll make it happen. I will proceed as she wishes. That's why I called her.

She hesitates for a moment and opens her mouth small.

“Leave it alone. ”

“Good.”

If you want.

He could have written about the day when nothing happened if she wanted to. No crisis, no culpability.

Seeing the joyful Lord, she opened her heart a little more.

“No, just, you can write whatever you want. ”

“Yes. Let's be considerate. ”

I nod quietly.

“You can say more. ”

The grain of sand shifts slightly in the wind.

“Well, don't use too much. My story.”

“I'll cut to the chase. ”

“That's why I talk to people. ”

“Let's pretend we're not having a conversation. ”

He replied with a consistent light attitude. In such a week, she looked at it and asked.

“· · · · · · · Is that okay? ”

“Why not? ”

I remembered a faint smile on her face. It was a small gesture you wouldn't recognize if you didn't look closely.

“I don't want you to try to change me. I don't want to change. ”

“Yes.”

“And..."

She moans. After a long time, there was no sign to speak, so he gently pushed her back.

“And?”

“Me.”

You looked ashamed. What do they want? Her eyes are on the sea.

“I want to come back here. ”

I think you like this place.

“It's not that hard. ”

“I want to come alone. ”

“Yes. It's been a loud day. ”

He made an impression and looked at the man who was still and said, She nods small. The movement narrows the man's glabella even further.

“What would you like me to prepare for you? I'll give you a gift. Tell me what you want. ”

“I like the pants. ”

“It will be cold at night. ”

“I'll get the blanket from home. ”

“Isn't makeup frustrating? ”

“Yes, I just wanted to come here. ”

The wind blows. The long hair that was half covered your face is pushed back at once. The sand rises to the sky in the wind.

I closed my eyes to cloudy vision.

“I'll be there.”

A faint voice.

With it, she disappeared from the sea.

He turns his head, looking at the vacancy for a moment. The man who still had an unseemly face remained still.

And I opened my mouth before him.

“Will you give me a present, too? ”

He laughed. Here's what it means.

“You understand?”

The man said with a cheerful expression.

“A little listening will open your ears very soon. ”

“You're sensitive to language. Just like me.”

“Don't sound so grumpy. ”

The man frowned quickly.

“Why don't you kill your temper? ”

“People don't change. ”

“Nothing lasts forever. ”

The man raises his eyes curiously.

“That's not what you said to him. ”

“What?”

“You said he wouldn't change. ”

“Yes, I did. ”

Yes, she asked. It's good that you haven't changed yourself. He said he would do it.

He looked as if he didn't know any more.

“Are you changing your words? Or did you lie about what you said to her? ”

“What an uncomfortable sound. I'll do whatever you say to her. ”

He told him that he was confused.

“It doesn't change. Nothing lasts forever. You're both right. They're both what people want. ”

Both. There is no right or wrong here. Faith becomes truth.

“That's why I called you. ”

He said to him:

“I'm going to use both. ”

Who wants this moment to last forever. Who realizes that nothing lasts forever. I will use both. One side as a fragment and the other as a scene. Adventure is dangerous on one side and everyday serenity on the other. One person together, one person alone.

“Stories are part of her. Her wish is not to change. Everyone has a moment to hope for eternity. ”

But two people eventually.

There was something that no one wanted to change.

“· · · · · · But people get old and die someday. ”

He said as if to disagree.

“You sound different, too. ”

The man did not answer.

I just slowly aged. I was a little taller and lower my voice. Luxurious clothes became a bit shabby. His eyes were still ferocious, but his eyes were wide open. He seemed disappointed in something.

He has changed.

“Nothing lasts forever. ”

A calm voice.

“Should I?”

“Time goes on and on. Death is fast approaching. ”

The air around him changes. The wind is blowing.

“When am I not human? ”

If it does not, it changes.

“Afraid?”

He asked him. Are you afraid of death?

Time flies terribly fast.

The man replied with a vague expression, whether he was bluffing or sincere.

“Not so much.”

He was willing to be deceived by that expression.

“So what do you want me to do? ”

The man nods his head back as if it were a bit annoying.

“Pray to God. ”

The man no longer gets nervous. I didn't even get angry. He doesn't even hold the collar because he doesn't like it. matured.

But there was still a fowl-like trait lurking within.

The waves push in. You reach your toes. Earlier, I wasn't crazy at all, but now I hit my ankle.

My feet get cold. I climb up where the waves don't reach. Suddenly, he was alone. The woman who was curled up was no longer the man who gave birth to the castle.

The sun is setting. Darkness is coming. The waves rose and the sand soaked.

He looked at the landscape for a moment.

The door is open. The door is closed. Train's leaving.

“Mom, what are you doing? ”

“Yes, I'm doing my homework. Shh.”

I couldn't even hear the sound of the conversation between the mother sitting next to the young son, and he drew a story. The bag contains your usual notes and manuscripts. There were handwriting tools. There was no shortage of paper.

It was her story that touched first.

A day in which he wished he hadn't changed. A woman wearing a gift from someone and impulsively going to the sea. Do not mix words with anyone. When she travels, when she buys water, during the day, at night, when it's hot, when it's cold, she's alone.

It was the same when I wanted things to stay the same.

I pass through many people, but I don't meet anyone, I just go my own way.

The train stops. The door opens, closes and moves again. Accepting someone, breaking up with someone, the train moves forward.

Your damp feet get cold. The trail evaporates and the water disappears.

I thought of the landscape I had seen at the end. Everything came back to life. Salty aromas, gloomy waves, endless horizons.

All that remained.

It was probably a lasting memory.

He moved his hand. I wrote the letter down. It's about what to write and what you want to write.

Is this new? I don't care if I get used to it. This delightful thing is unfolding before my eyes. The greed to use something new is time to put it down. I need to focus fully on the writing. I will write with all my heart and emotion.

I accidentally went up my mouth. When uncertainty takes its own shape and reveals itself, joy comes.

He was busy making fun of his hands, but only after a long time after the role he was going to put down, I woke up.

End of long and short cases (2)

lim Han-baek