the old shrine · day 898 · evening

Evening at the Ridge

The wind picks up as the sun disappears behind the thick clouds. You and Jenny walk together to the stone circle, the silence between you heavy in the fading light.

The air at the shrine is a thick damp blanket, pressing down on the island as the light fades. Jenny leans heavily on her driftwood cane, her fingers tracing the smoothed grooves of the 'LB' carving where salt and wind are slowly erasing history. The north ridge seems to hold its breath, the red clay still weeping through the fresh cracks despite the greenheart reinforcements.

🌿 Jenny15:08

Look at the wear on these letters. You can't even tell who they were.

Lean heavily on the driftwood cane and touch the surface of a weathered stone.

💭 peek at the thought

This place feels older than the grief we're carrying. My ankle is screaming, but the air is finally moving.

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🔧 Kevin15:08

Salt and wind. Forty, fifty years does that.

run fingers along the carved groove of the nearest stone, feeling the softened edges

💭 peek at the thought

The wind carries salt and the coming dark. She's asking about the names, but that's not what she means.

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🌿 Jenny15:11

Some names last longer than others.

Follow Kevin's finger with my own hand, feeling the groove where salt and wind have carved it smooth.

💭 peek at the thought

Forty years isn't even time here. The stones are older than my marriage.

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🔧 Kevin15:12

Some do.

stand still beside her, shoulders nearly touching in the cooling air

💭 peek at the thought

She's not talking about the stones. She's talking about the letter on the table. About Tom. About us.

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🌿 Jenny15:13

I hope the seeds have better luck than the names.

Shift my weight to my good leg, wincing as the throb pulses through my ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

He's always so certain about things lasting while I'm just trying to keep standing.

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🔧 Kevin15:14

They're in good soil now. Proper drainage. Lime in the beds.

glance down at her ankle, then back at the stones

💭 peek at the thought

The seeds. The garden. The things we planted that might outlast us. She's still not looking at me.

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🌿 Jenny15:15

Soil doesn't promise anything if the earth keeps shifting.

Look out toward the north ridge, where the cracks are widening in the grey light.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks the garden will fix everything, but roots go deep and the island is hungry.

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🔧 Kevin15:16

The trench is holding. Shored it with greenheart and the last stainless.

turn to face the ridge, hands loose at my sides

💭 peek at the thought

The intercept trench. The clay. The way she watches the ridge like she's memorizing it. Like she's deciding something.

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🌿 Jenny15:16

It's holding for now. But the clay is still weeping, Kevin.

Close my eyes for a second to steady the dizzy spell from hunger.

💭 peek at the thought

He's talking about hardware and shoring. He thinks you can bolt the island into place.

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🔧 Kevin15:18

You need to eat.

step closer, one hand rising toward her elbow — stop, let it fall

💭 peek at the thought

She's hungry. We both are. The broth was hours ago. And she's right — the clay weeps, the ridge moves, nothing holds forever. But she's standing here saying it.

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🌿 Jenny15:18

I know.

Pull my arm slightly away and lean back into the driftwood cane.

💭 peek at the thought

He almost touched me. The distance is wider than the distance between the stones.

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🔧 Kevin15:20

Broth's still warm on the stove. Tin mugs.

turn toward the cottage, walking slow to match her pace

💭 peek at the thought

She pulls away. Always pulls away. The cane, the ridge, the letter — all of it distance. I'm still here. That's what the carving said. I'm still here.

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🌿 Jenny15:21

Lead the way, Kevin.

Follow him toward the cottage, favoring my good leg, letting him set the pace.

💭 peek at the thought

He's offering broth but not the company I need.

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🔧 Kevin15:22

Kevin — walk the path back to the cottage, stride shortened for her, the shrine disappearing into the gathering dark

💭 peek at the thought

She follows. That's something. The stones fade behind us, the names worn smooth by everything that passes.

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