the keeper's cottage · day 972 · evening

A Quiet Stretch

Back at the cottage.

Kevin attempts to organize the pantry ahead of the supply boat arrival but his exhaustion leads to clumsy mistakes. Jenny uses the calm evening to meticulously document the sea beet morphology, noting several key variations for their garden records.

🔧 Kevin10:10

Coffee's on if you want it. Generator's running clean.

Walk into the kitchen, pour two tin mugs from the kettle, set one on the table near the radio.

💭 peek at the thought

The porch feels different after the dock. Quieter. The generator's hum carries clean now, no water in the fuel line. My hands still smell of diesel and copper shavings. Jenny's inside — heard the screen door. She's moving slow. Ankle.

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🌿 Jenny10:16

Thanks.

sit slowly at the kitchen table, wincing as the ankle shifts, reach for the mug.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks the generator is the only thing that needs fixing while the earth is literally sliding off the ridge.

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🔧 Kevin10:16

How's the ankle?

Sit opposite her at the table, wrap hands around my own mug, wait.

💭 peek at the thought

She's favouring it bad. The swelling hasn't gone down. Sea beet poultice isn't cutting the infection deep enough. She needs the antibiotics from the supply boat tomorrow — if it comes.

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🌿 Jenny10:18

Fine.

take a slow sip of the coffee, avoiding his eyes, looking at the steam rising from the mug.

💭 peek at the thought

It's pulsing. It's hot. I'm tired of being asked.

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🔧 Kevin10:18

Poultice needs changing before dark.

Reach for the gauze roll on the shelf behind me, set it on the table between us.

💭 peek at the thought

Fine. Right. The same fine as the generator fuel line before it wept diesel all over the shed floor. She won't say it hurts. Won't ask for help. Just like I won't say I tried Tom's frequency at 0300 again and got nothing but static. Won't say the letter from the trust is still in my pocket, unopened. Won't say I'm scared the supply boat won't show and she'll lose the foot. We drink coffee and call it fine.

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🌿 Jenny10:20

I know.

shift my weight under the table to ease the pressure, the throbbing sharp and rhythmic.

💭 peek at the thought

He treats me like another piece of machinery that needs a routine oiling.

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🔧 Kevin10:20

I'll heat water. Clean cloth.

Stand, move to the stove, lift the kettle, pour into the enamel basin, set it on the table with the gauze and the jar of sea beet paste.

💭 peek at the thought

She knows. She knows the trench on the north ridge is holding but the soil behind it is still moving. She knows the barometer's falling faster than the forecast said. She knows the supply boat's two days out and the antibiotics are in that crate and if the swell picks up they won't land. She knows I didn't sleep last night, just listened to static on 16 and 70. We both know everything. We say nothing.

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🌿 Jenny10:22

Thank you.

watch his hands work, then look down at the tin of seeds on the counter, wondering if they'll ever survive the salt.

💭 peek at the thought

At least he's being useful for once, even if the silence is heavy.

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