Dawn of the Infection
They are together on the porch as the grey light brightens. The tide is out, exposing the rocks near the north ridge, but the air remains still.
No narrator was available, so nothing about this stretch was recorded.
It's too quiet. The wind is holding.
Trace the edge of the redness on my ankle with a finger, then look out toward the north ridge.
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Barometer's steady. Wind'll fill in from the southwest by noon if the pattern holds.
Crouch beside her on the porch, pull the pen from my pocket, cap it with my teeth, and mark a new line on her skin above the red edge — higher than yesterday's.
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Don't mark it so high.
Stand up slowly, favoring the ankle, and walk to the kitchen to check the seed tin.
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It's where the heat stops.
Stay crouched on the porch boards, cap the pen, and watch her move toward the kitchen — counting the limp in her step, the way she doesn't put full weight on the left foot.
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I need to see if the seeds stayed dry.
Pick up the seed tin from the stove and check the paper inside for any sign of dampness.
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Paper was dry when I fed the fire at 0300. Tin's sealed.
Push up from the porch floor, knees stiff, and follow her inside — stopping at the kitchen doorway to watch her hands on the tin instead of the tin itself.
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