the keeper's cottage · day 207 · evening

Evening meal and the letter

Kevin and Jenny meet at the cottage porch as the light fails. The generator hums from the shed. A pot of limpets steams on the wood stove. The unfinished letter to Tom sits on the table, one sentence waiting.

Kevin and Jenny shared a quiet supper of boiled limpets and broth as the sky darkened and the barometer held steady at 1017 hPa. The meal was simple but satisfying, eaten in the cottage while clouds thickened overhead and the tide fell. They spoke little, both aware of the unfinished letter and the supply boat due in seven days.

🔧 Kevin14:01

Supper's near ready.

lift the pot lid and stir the limpets, checking the broth

💭 peek at the thought

The light's going fast. Pot's singing. Jenny's back from the garden. Letter's still one sentence. Nine days in Mickey's pocket.

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🌿 Jenny14:01

Smells good. I'll get the bowls.

Jenny wipes the charcoal from her hands and walks into the kitchen.

💭 peek at the thought

I'm hungry enough to eat my own sketches, but the smell of salt is grounding.

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🔧 Kevin14:02

Bowls are on the shelf. I'll ladle.

pour the limpets and broth into two chipped enamel bowls, set one on the table, carry the other to the kitchen counter where Jenny's waiting

💭 peek at the thought

She wiped charcoal off her hands again. Always does after the garden. Doesn't look at the letter.

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🌿 Jenny14:03

Thanks.

Jenny takes the bowl from him and sits at the small table.

💭 peek at the thought

He's so quiet today, maybe he's worried about the boat too.

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🔧 Kevin14:04

Eat while it's hot.

sit opposite her, crack a limpet shell with the spoon, pull the meat free

💭 peek at the thought

She's quiet tonight. Garden took it out of her. The damping-off, the heat, the waiting.

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🌿 Jenny14:05

I need this.

Jenny takes a sip of the broth, watching the clouds darken over the island.

💭 peek at the thought

The steam is fogging my glasses. I need to check the fuzz on those tomatoes tomorrow.

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🔧 Kevin14:06

Weather's turning.

eat another limpet, chew slow, keep my eyes on the bowl

💭 peek at the thought

The broth steams. Clouds stack up west. She's watching them, not me. The letter sits between us like a third plate.

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🌿 Jenny14:06

It's too heavy. The air feels like it's waiting for something.

Jenny puts her spoon down and glances toward the unfinished letter on the table.

💭 peek at the thought

It's always turning. The barometer says rising, but the sky looks like a bruise.

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