Siblings, Park Joo-Won and Park Ji-Woo, rode a red tandem bicycle through a dilapidated park in Kanggye, the capital of Chagang province of North Korea. Joo-Won was 25, still a bachelor and worked as a teacher. He was a gifted painter and singer, but taught subjects like ‘Great Kim II Sung’ and ‘Communist Morality’ to students in the senior middle school.
Ji-Woo, his sister, had some form of unidentified developmental disorder. His meager salary was just about sufficient to buy food and pay bills, let alone pay for Ji-Woo’s treatment. Ji-Woo usually wore men’s clothing to dissuade sexual assaults on her. Joo-Won had devised the plan after two previous attempts.
“Nice day isn’t it, Sister?” Joo-Won pedaled hard to compensate for his sister. His face was creased with worry.
“Yes. Will we see the Supreme Leader today?”
“I think so. Look, a girl. Do you want to ask her a question?”
A serious looking young girl approached them. With a curt nod, she addressed Joo-Won.
“Praise to the Supreme Leader. You are wearing jeans and banned shoes. It is against our morals.”
Joo-Won looked at her calmly, “My sister here would like to ask you a question.”
“What is it?”
“Is it true that the Supreme Leader never defecates?” Ji-Woo asked, her eyes crinkling with mirth.
Later that evening, the state owned television channel aired the public execution of Park Joo-Won and Park Ji-Woo. The young girl was awarded a bowl of rice for her act of patriotism and loyalty.
The above piece of Flash Fiction is in response to 127th edition of the weekly Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers hosted by Priceless Joy. Thank you PJ. Picture credit: Dorothy
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