the keeper's cottage · day 821 · night

Evening of Day 821

Kevin and Jenny sit together in the cottage as the sun fades, the onshore breeze picking up as the pressure drops.

Kevin and Jenny shared a quiet meal of limpet broth and mackerel at the cottage table. Jenny confirmed the north ridge crack has extended three to four meters past the stability line she marked. Kevin noted the barometer dropping steadily to 1028 hPa, signaling worsening weather ahead of the supply boat's arrival in three days.

🔧 Kevin08:01

Radio held on the test. French station came through clear on 16. Your ankle?

pour broth from the pot into her tin mug, set it on the table beside her

💭 peek at the thought

She's quieter than this morning. The ankle's throbbing — I can see it in how she holds her breath when she shifts. Barometer's falling faster than the forecast. We've got maybe six hours before the wind really picks up. Should've sistered that piling today.

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🌿 Jenny08:03

"Good news about the radio. My ankle..." *(trails off, staring at the mug)*

wrap the thin cloth around the mug to warm my hands

💭 peek at the thought

The broth is warm, but not warm enough to chase the chill creeping up my spine. Kevin thinks he's being helpful, but he doesn't understand that some things can't be fixed with a radio test or a steady hand.

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🔧 Kevin08:03

Drink it while it's hot. Salt and fat'll help.

sit opposite her, roll a cigarette one-handed, strike a match on the table edge

💭 peek at the thought

She's not eating. Hasn't properly since the storm. The letter's still in her pocket — I saw the corner when she moved. Tom's frequency is quiet. Has been for weeks.

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🌿 Jenny08:05

"Thank you." *(voice hoarse from disuse)*

wrap the cloth tighter around the mug, fingers tracing the rim where sea beet poultice still clings to my cuticles

💭 peek at the thought

He's trying so hard to make this normal, to make it a conversation about ordinary care. But the infection won't care about salt and fat. It won't care about anything he does here in this cottage with its false sense of permanence.

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🔧 Kevin08:05

Eat the mackerel too. Tin on the shelf.

exhale smoke toward the porch door, watch the barometer needle through the window — 1028 now, dropping steady

💭 peek at the thought

She's burning through calories she doesn't have. The metronidazole finished yesterday — five days early because she skipped doses when the fever spiked. I counted the blister pack. She thinks I didn't notice.

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🌿 Jenny08:07

The north ridge..." *(pause, then quieter)* "...it's not holding.

drain the last of the broth into the sink, rinse the mug with seawater from the basin, set it upside-down to dry

💭 peek at the thought

The barometer's dropping faster than I can plant seeds. Kevin's looking at numbers again, at signals and stations, while I'm watching the soil pockets weep their salt tears into trenches that won't hold them much longer.

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🔧 Kevin08:07

How far past the stability line?

stub the cigarette in the ashtray, push back from the table

💭 peek at the thought

She's right. The intercept trench we dug yesterday — water was backing at the east end by the time we left it. Clay's weeping faster than it drains. Another heavy rain and the slope goes. She knows it. I know it. We both know what it means for the garden, for the cottage foundation.

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🌿 Jenny08:09

"Three meters. Maybe four. The GPS shows the crack extending past what I marked stable." *(stand, wincing)*

pull the ankle brace tight, shift weight to the good leg, walk toward the garden door where shade cloth sags in the evening wind

💭 peek at the thought

The stability line is a fantasy Kevin draws with his pencil on paper maps. The real line is moving, creeping through soil pockets like seepage through trench walls, eating at foundations and garden beds alike.

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