the keeper's cottage · day 600 · morning

Evening return

Kevin returns to the cottage at dusk, soaked and footsore, the dry bag empty of the letter. Jenny sits by the stove with her sketchbook, the ankle propped on a cushion. The rain has eased to a drizzle. The tank is full. A pot of limpet broth simmers.

The air is heavy and humid, the wet season clinging to the skin as the tide holds high against the island's edge. Kevin prepares for the long trek to the crossroads to deliver the letter, while Jenny remains in the cottage, battling a rising fever and the throbbing pain in her ankle.

🌿 Jenny23:34

You're late.

Wipe salt from my forearm, check the wound again. The poultice is still warm.

💭 peek at the thought

He looks like drowned wool, same as always, but the letter's gone. I didn't write it. Didn't tell him I couldn't make the callsign work. The trench still holds water at the wall base.

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🔧 Kevin23:34

Post box took it. Crossroads. Eight k's there, eight back. Knee held.

set the dry bag on the porch bench, peel off the soaked oilskin jacket and hang it on the hook, then walk to the stove and lift the pot lid to check the broth

💭 peek at the thought

Eight hours on the road and the letter's gone. The post box at the crossroads took it. My knee's throbbing but the walk did what it was meant to — cleared the static in my head. She's watching me, checking the ankle first, always the ankle. Smart. The broth smells good.

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🌿 Jenny23:35

Did you see the boat on the horizon?

Sketch the salt gland density of the sea beet in the margin of the notebook.

💭 peek at the thought

Sixteen kilometers in that mud for a letter he won't even read. My ankle is throbbing in time with the rain.

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🔧 Kevin23:39

Nothing. Just gannets and chop. Four days late.

ladle broth into two tin mugs, set one on the table beside her sketchbook, take the other for myself and lean against the doorframe

💭 peek at the thought

She's asking about the supply boat. Four days overdue now. I scanned the horizon every rise in the road — nothing but grey water and the occasional gannet. She knows the answer before I give it.

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🌿 Jenny23:40

The drainage is still pooling.

Sip the hot broth, wincing as the movement hits the ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

Four days. Four days for the infection to climb another inch. He talks about the distance while I'm counting the pulses.

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🔧 Kevin23:40

Trench needs deepening. Grade's off. I'll look at it when the knee settles.

blow across the mug, take a swallow, and set it on the windowsill to cool

💭 peek at the thought

She checked the south slope while I was gone. The trench I cleared last month — water's still sitting at the garden wall base. Means the deepening didn't take, or the grade's wrong. Another job for tomorrow, knee permitting.

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