The Pressure Drops
The wind picks up slightly from the north as the sky turns a uniform grey. The tide begins to peak, lapping against the south piling.
No narrator was available, so nothing about this stretch was recorded.
(A heavy sigh)
Pick up the tweezers and wrap the ankle in a clean cloth, then check the final reading one last time.
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Want me to put the kettle on?
Walk to the stove and fill the kettle from the tank tap.
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Jenny — reach for the sketchbook and make a quick, frantic drawing of the clouds formations before the light fails completely.
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Barometer's at 989. Dropped two since dawn.
Set the kettle on the stove and light the burner.
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It's coming in faster than I thought.
Open the seed tin and check the edges of the dry packets for any new dampness.
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North piling shim held at low. South side's the worry.
Pull the two tin mugs from the shelf and set them by the stove.
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I'll check the straps again once the tide recedes.
Press a hand to the swollen ankle, wincing at the heat radiating from the skin.
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I'll go now. You stay off it.
Grab the heavy wrench from the hook by the door and step out onto the porch.
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