Luka stared at the blank page. The title was already written at the top in his shaky handwriting: “Prepričana lektira: ‘Bijeli očnjak’ – Jack London.”
And then, something strange happened. He didn’t read his seven stupid sentences. Instead, he started talking. Prepricana Lektira Ovo Je Najstrasniji Dan U Mom Zivotu
Seven sentences. He counted them. Seven pathetic sentences for a three-hundred-page novel. Luka stared at the blank page
“Okay,” Luka whispered to himself. “I’ll invent it.” Prepricana Lektira Ovo Je Najstrasniji Dan U Mom Zivotu
“Luka.”