the keeper's cottage · day 274 · morning

The Storm Settles-In

The rain does not let up, drumming rhythmically on the roof as you and Jenny meet in the kitchen to watch the rising tide through the porch.

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🔧 Kevin06:28

Tide’s high. Good for the fish run. Maybe we’ll get a bite later if the engine holds.

walk to the porch, lean on the rail, watch the water press against the dock pilings, then turn back inside and pull the letter from my pocket, lay it flat on the kitchen table beside the radio.

💭 peek at the thought

The rain’s steady, the tide’s coming in, and I can feel the weight of that unopened letter in my pocket again — not just paper, but the chance to say what I’ve been too tired or too proud to speak.

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🌿 Jenny06:29

The water is too rough for way today, Kevin.

Sit at the table, pick up my pencil, trace the edge of the letter without looking up.

💭 peek at the thought

He's always looking at the engine or the water, never the way the salt builds on the wood.

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🔧 Kevin06:31

The dinghy's tied double. It'll hold.

pick up the pencil she set down, tap the eraser end against the table once, then write one more line beneath the last: *Engine's running. Garden's holding. You'd like the birds here.*

💭 peek at the thought

She didn't say "write" or "send" — just traced the edge. She knows it's there. She knows I haven't posted it. The pencil in her hand is the same one I used to write the last line.

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🌿 Jenny06:31

Everything holds until the salt gets inside it.

Look at his handwriting, then at the tin of seeds sitting on the counter.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks a knot is enough to keep the world at bay.

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🔧 Kevin06:32

Then we seal it better. Before the next storm.

reach for the heirloom seed tin on the counter, turn it in my hands, then unscrew the lid just enough to check the seal — self-amalgamating tape still holding, no damp inside — and say quietly: *Some things keep.*

💭 peek at the thought

She's not talking about the seeds. She's talking about the letter. About me. About how long we can keep pretending the silence isn't corroding us from the inside out.

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🌿 Jenny06:33

The tin is dry today.

Close the tin with a soft click and set it back near the radio.

💭 peek at the thought

He's talking about the boat, but I'm thinking about the soil.

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🔧 Kevin06:35

Aye. Today it is.

fold the letter slow, deliberate — three creases, same as always — slide it into my jacket's inner pocket, then pour two mugs of coffee from the pot on the stove, set one in front of her without asking.

💭 peek at the thought

Dry today. Not yesterday. Not tomorrow. She's giving me the opening — the way she does. Small. Precise. Waiting to see if I'll step through or let it close.

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🌿 Jenny06:35

Thanks.

Wrap both hands around the mug, letting the steam hit my face, and look out at the half-washed garden.

💭 peek at the thought

He knows I need the heat before I can feel the hunger.

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🔧 Kevin06:36

Rain's easing. Might break by tide turn.

pull the chair out, sit across from her, wrap both hands around my own mug — let the heat sink in — and say, quiet: *I'll walk the dock after. Check the mooring ring.* Not a promise to fix it. Just a reason to move.

💭 peek at the thought

The steam's warm on my face. Her "thanks" isn't for the coffee. It's for not pushing. For staying. For being here, even when the garden's half weeds and the letter's still in my pocket.

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🌿 Jenny06:37

Check for salt spray, too.

Take a slow sip of the coffee and keep eyes on the seed tin.

💭 peek at the thought

If the rain breaks, I can finally look at the pH.

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