- Postcards from Pyongyang

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A woman and a man sit across from each other, gazing at a chessboard on a table between them. The woman is on the left, wearing a cozy, checkered sweater, and looking thoughtfully at the chess pieces. The man on the right is dressed in a dark coat, leaning slightly forward with a focused expression. Behind them is a vintage television displaying a figure in a suit, along with a few personal items and a framed portrait hanging on the wood-paneled wall. A vase with dried flowers is in the foreground on the right. Soft light filters through a window covered with sheer curtains, casting a warm ambiance over the quaint, modest room.

Dear Myung-ho,

I already miss you so much. Here is a photo from when we were playing chess. I can’t stop thinking about the way you smiled when you made that last move—even though you knew I would win!

Now that you’ve left for the mine, the house feels so quiet. Six months feels like forever, but I will count the days until I see you again. I love you more than words can say, and I’ll be waiting for you, always.

Stay safe and take care of yourself.
Yours forever,
Eun-ji