Chernobyl

Entwined

Dimitri was bathing Dima when Karina got home, she could hear the splashing through the open door further down the hallway. She stamped the snow from her boots and shook out her coat before hanging it on a peg. “Hello,” she called. “Mummy’s home,” Dima’s three-year-old voice sang back. “Nearly done,” shouted Dimitri. Their daughterContinue reading “Entwined”