the keeper's cottage · day 569 · evening

Evening Meal Prep

Kevin and Jenny sit to eat the barley as the tide begins to turn back toward the shore.

Kevin steps out into the humid evening air, the heat of the cottage still clinging to him. He moves toward the water tank to check the level and ensure the spillway is clear of debris. In the distance, the tide is rising against the shore, and the sound of the surf growing louder follows him.

🔧 Kevin09:23

Barley's good today. Got the salt right.

eat barley and limpets at the kitchen table

💭 peek at the thought

The steam rises in the quiet kitchen. She eats slow, deliberate — not from pain now, but something else. The tide's turning. I can hear it in the pipes under the floor.

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🌿 Jenny09:24

It's fine, Kevin.

push a small bite of barley into my mouth, ignoring the throb in my ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

He's talking about the salt while my leg is literally rotting from the knee down.

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🔧 Kevin09:24

Mm.

keep eating, watching her face in the lamplight

💭 peek at the thought

She says fine like it's a verdict. The ankle's not fine — I watched her limp to the spring this morning, the way she favors it when she thinks I'm not looking. But she's eating. That's something.

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🌿 Jenny09:25

I'm just tired.

look down at my plate, tracing the grain of the wood with my eyes.

💭 peek at the thought

He's looking at me like he's waiting for the fever to break.

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🔧 Kevin09:26

The supply boat's due in five days. If it comes.

set my spoon down, wipe my hands on my trousers

💭 peek at the thought

Tired. That's the word for it, isn't it. Five hundred sixty-nine days of tired. The kind that settles in the bones and doesn't leave. She traces the wood grain like she's reading something written there. Maybe she is.

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🌿 Jenny09:26

It'll come. It has to.

shift my leg slightly under the table, wincing at the pull of the bandage.

💭 peek at the thought

Five days is too long. I can feel the heat climbing.

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🔧 Kevin09:27

Water tank's holding. Overflow spillway's working. Garden wall held the last surge. We're ready either way.

reach for the tin mug, pour the last of the barley broth into it

💭 peek at the thought

She believes it because she has to. I used to believe things like that — that the tide turns, the engine starts, the boat comes. The sea taught me different. But I don't say that. Not tonight.

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🌿 Jenny09:28

That's good news.

dab at my forehead with the back of my hand, tasting salt from my sweat.

💭 peek at the thought

Either way we're ready. What does he mean by that?

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🔧 Kevin09:29

You're burning up a little still.

set the mug down, reach across the table to brush the back of my fingers against her wrist

💭 peek at the thought

Salt on her hand from my forehead. The kitchen's warm from the stove, but that's not all of it. She notices things — always has. The way she notices the sea beet glands, the mold on a seed packet, the set of my jaw when the radio's silent. I don't know how to tell her I'm not leaving because I'm stuck. I'm staying because she's here.

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🌿 Jenny09:30

It's just the heat in here.

pull my hand away to take the mug, letting the warmth hit my palms.

💭 peek at the thought

He can feel the pulse racing. I can't hide it anymore.

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🔧 Kevin09:31

Finish the broth. I'll check the tank level before bed, make sure the spillway's still clear.

stand, take the pot to the stove to scrape the last of the barley into a bowl for tomorrow

💭 peek at the thought

She takes the mug instead of the hand. The heat in here — she's not wrong. The stove's been going all day, the kitchen holds it like a second skin. But her pulse was quick under my fingers. The antibiotics are done. The fever should be broken. Should be.

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🌿 Jenny09:31

Don't stay out late.

take a slow sip of the hot broth, the steam clearing my face.

💭 peek at the thought

He's checking the water again. He's worried about me.

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🔧 Kevin09:33

Won't be long. Just a quick look.

carry the bowl to the counter, cover it with a clean cloth, then pull on my boots and step out into the evening air

💭 peek at the thought

She's not asking about the tank. She's asking me to come back to the room, to the quiet dark where we don't have to talk about boats or ankles or the brother I haven't spoken to in years. She knows I'll go anyway — I always do — but she says it like a boundary, soft as the steam on her lips.

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🌿 Jenny09:34

Be careful on the stairs.

lean against the doorwayframe, watching his shadow move toward the tank.

💭 peek at the thought

The air is heavy. It smells like coming rain and salt.

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