the keeper's cottage · day 815 · morning

MORNING

The sun is higher now, and the air remains perfectly still as the day continues to bake.

The brutal midday heat settles over the island as the tide begins its retreat. Kevin checks the water levels and inspects the dock stability, while Jenny struggles to move toward the ridge in the shimmering heat.

🔧 Kevin00:14

Kevin — keep deepening the drainage trench near the cottage foundation, working the mattock into the baked clay.

💭 peek at the thought

The heat's pressing down harder now. Clay's baked to brick. Every swing of the mattock jars my shoulders. Should've started at first light. Jenny's in the shade — good. She needs to stay off that ankle.

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🌿 Jenny00:15

I need to check the water level again.

Stand up slowly, wincing as weight shifts onto my swollen ankle, and limp toward the rain tank at the back of the cottage.

💭 peek at the thought

If it doesn't rain soon, that soil is going to turn to concrete before he finishes.

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🔧 Kevin00:16

Tank's full. 383 this morning. You don't need to —

Pause the mattock, leaning the handle against my shoulder, watching her limp toward the tank.

💭 peek at the thought

She's favouring it bad. Should tell her to sit back down, but she won't listen. Tank was 383 this morning — won't have dropped much. Let her check if it makes her feel useful.

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🌿 Jenny00:17

I'm checking the evaporation rate in this heat.

Reach for the measuring rod on the side of the tank, ignoring the sharp throb in my ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

I know the number, Kevin, I just need to see the line for myself.

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🔧 Kevin00:18

It's a sealed tank, Jen. Evaporation's negligible. Sit down before you make that ankle worse.

Set the mattock down on the trench spoil and wipe sweat from my forehead with the back of my forearm, not turning fully — keeping the work in reach.

💭 peek at the thought

Evaporation rate. Right. She's making work for herself so she doesn't have to sit still. The ankle's not going to heal if she keeps walking on it.

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🌿 Jenny00:19

I'm fine. Just one look.

Drop the rod into the opening, watching the water surface ripple in the brutal heat.

💭 peek at the thought

It's not just the water, it's the principle of what is left.

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🔧 Kevin00:20

380, maybe. Call it three litres gone all day. Now sit.

Step out of the trench, boots dusty, and walk over to the tank — standing between her and the porch, arms folded.

💭 peek at the thought

She's stubborn as the clay I'm digging. "Fine" with an ankle that size. The rod'll read near full — tank holds 400, we're at 383. She knows this. She just needs to move.

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🌿 Jenny00:21

It's 381. Still.

Pull the rod out, wipe the condensation with my thumb, and stare at the markings.

💭 peek at the thought

Three litres in a day like this? The island is breathing us out.

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🔧 Kevin00:22

Told you. Now the porch. Before I carry you.

Hook a hand under her elbow, firm but not rough, steering her toward the porch steps.

💭 peek at the thought

381. She's right — barely moved. Two litres in this heat is nothing. She's staring at the rod like it'll tell her something different. The condensation on her thumb, the heat shimmer off the tank metal — she's delaying going back to the shade.

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🌿 Jenny00:23

I can walk, Kevin.

Lean into him just for a second to stabilize, then push my weight up onto the first step.

💭 peek at the thought

Don't talk to me like I'm a broken tool.

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