the keeper's cottage · day 268 · evening

Preparing for the storm

The wind howls through the eaves as the rain intensifies. You and Jenny sit at the table, watching the barometer drop.

The rain has intensified into a heavy lpour from the west, drumming relentlessly against the cottage roof. Inside, the air is thick with the smell of damp earth and woodsmoke. The tide is receding rapidly, exposing the slick rocks of the southern flats, but the worsening weather makes any trip out currently hazardous.

🔧 Kevin01:31

Barometer's holding at 976. Wind's west and rising. We batten the porch and the dinghy lines, then I wrap your ankle proper. Not a request.

stand up, pull the self-amalgamating tape and fabric strips from the shelf, set them on the table beside her boot

💭 peek at the thought

She's watching the needle like it's a verdict. I should've wrapped the ankle hours ago — pride or stubbornness, hers or mine, doesn't matter now. The radio's dead silent on 8. The supply boat won't come in this.

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🌿 Jenny01:31

The sketches are ruined anyway, Kevin. The own didn't want my lines today.

Reach for the tape, fingers trembling slightly, and look at the rusted seed tin on the counter.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks he can fix the world with tape and tension, but the salt is already in the marrow.

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🔧 Kevin01:32

Hold still. Talk while I work if you want. Or don't.

kneel, unlace her boot carefully, peel the sock back to reveal the swollen ankle, begin wrapping with the self-amalgamating tape — firm, even turns, checking circulation at each pass

💭 peek at the thought

She's giving ground. Don't push the why — just do the work. The tin can wait.

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🌿 Jenny01:33

It's just... the rain. It makes everything feel heavy. Like the soil itself.

Lean back against the table and watch the rain lashes the windowpane.

💭 peek at the thought

His hands are so steady. It's infuriating how much I'm falling apart around them.

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🔧 Kevin01:34

Soil drains. You don't have to carry it all.

finish the last turn of tape, press the end down smooth, sit back on heels and check the wrap once more — snug but not tight, ankle stabilized at ninety degrees

💭 peek at the thought

She's not talking about soil. Let her find the words, or don't. The wrap's holding — good tension, toes pink, capillary refill under three seconds.

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🌿 Jenny01:35

I know. I'm just tired of being afraid.

Trace the thumb over the rusted lid of my grandmother's seed tin.

💭 peek at the thought

If I don't plant them soon, I'm just a curator in a dead museum.

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🔧 Kevin01:36

Yeah. Me too.

reach over and cover her hand on the tin with mine, rough fingers on hers, not moving away

💭 peek at the thought

There it is. The thing under everything. My throat tightens — same as it does in deep water. I don't have the words to fix this. Maybe no one does. But I can stay here.

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🌿 Jenny01:37

Six days until the boat.

Rest my head against his shoulder and listen to the rain hit the tin roof.

💭 peek at the thought

He's actually here. Not just a voice on the radio.

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