Evening Meal Prep
The sun is beginning to dip, casting long shadows across the garden. Kevin and Jenny gather for a simple meal as the temperature finally drops.
The heat is a physical weight, pressing down on the cottage as the air shimmers in waves. The tide is retreating rapidly, exposing the slick rocks of the tide pools, while the island remains silent and parched.
At least the air has some salt.
Take a small plate of food and sit, rubbing the throbbing in my ankle.
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Salt's the only thing keeping it from spoiling." (gesture to the plate) "Eat. The limpets are better hot.
sit on the porch step opposite her, tin mug in hand, watching her ankle more than the horizon
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I'm not that hungry.
Pick up a limpet with the fork, avoiding his eyes, and take a small bite.
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You need the calories. Ankle won't knit on broth and stubbornness.
tear a piece of limpets from my own plate with fingers, hold it out across the small table toward her plate without looking at her face
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I can feed myself, Kevin.
Take the piece of meat from his fingers and start chewing slowly, looking out at the weeds.
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Didn't say you couldn't.
pull my hand back, wipe fingers on my thigh, take a slow drink from the tin mug, eyes tracking the tide line where it catches the last light
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