I can't think of what to write today, so I'll make something up.
She slept through the initial explosion. It was so far away. But when she woke up that morning and saw the smoke, she instantly had a bad feeling. Nina tended to trust her bad feelings.
She had had a bad feeling the morning of her 5th birthday in 1961, when a mudslide ended up tearing through her city of Kiev, killing her uncle and two cousins. Eighteen years later, she begged her big sister to switch flights. Something just told her that flight 7880 was cursed. Her fears were confirmed when heard news of the midair collision, which killed all crew and passengers on both aircraft.
So when she saw the smoke at the power plant from her Pripyat apartment balcony, she new something was very wrong. She went back in, closed the curtains, checked to make sure she wouldn't be seen, and said a quick prayer. She wasn't a religious person. She couldn't be, at least not openly, in the Soviet Union.
She woke up her kids and got them ready for school. But she also considered keeping them home. She could write a note that they were sick. She considered her options as she cooked breakfast.
Her husband would argue with her, of course. He was a Party man through and through. He thought her superstitions were silly and illogical. He'd tell her that science was greater than any god. Not that he knew much about science.
To be continued...
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