Days

Warm rain drummed the corrugated roof as the tide receded, exposing salt-crusted rocks. Jenny sat on a piling, bracing her swollen ankle against a basin of salt water while Kevin p…

The barometer on the wall sat at 996 hPa at dawn. Kevin stood under the porch roof, rasping a file against bronze stock clamped in the vice. He was measuring for a Yanmar hydraulic…

Dawn found Kevin driving oak stakes through the garden tarp while Jenny wrapped fresh mint around her swollen ankle on the stone wall, watching the barometer. The tide was out, exp…

Dawn found Kevin at the dinghy checking mooring lines while Jenny sat on a dock plank sorting sea beet seeds into newspaper packets, a mint poultice on her swollen ankle. She decli…

Dawn broke heavy and humid, the barometer falling as Kevin checked the dinghy's mooring lines against the turning tide. Jenny sat on the dock edge sorting heirloom seeds into dry n…

Dawn found Kevin on the dock watching grey clouds thicken over the flat horizon as the tide receded, exposing the outer shelf rocks. Jenny sat on the dinghy bench, ankle wrapped in…

Dawn broke under a flat grey ceiling, humidity thick at twenty-six degrees. Jenny sat on the steps with her ankle propped on a crate, watching clouds stack themselves against the h…

Dawn found Jenny on the porch steps, ankle elevated on a crate, while Kevin load-tested the Yanmar on the dinghy. "Holding at idle. Load test's the tell," he said. She watched the …

Dawn brought heavy rain from the west, salt spray clearing the garden wall. Jenny sat on the steps, ankle propped on a bucket, while Kevin checked the barometer by the open doorway…

Warm rain fell on the dock at dawn, slicking planks and pilings as high tide lapped against rusted timber. Jenny sat on a pile with her ankle wrapped, watching Kevin work the salt-…

Dawn found Kevin hunched over the salt-crusted crate at the dock, crowbar biting into warped wood while Jenny watched from a timber pile, her ankle propped up. "Lid's stuck. Stand …

Dawn broke grey over Sorrel Island. The tide receded, exposing the salt-crusted crate wedged against the dock pilings. Kevin worked the crowbar into the lid's gap, straining as the…

Kevin worked the dock edge at dawn, checking mooring line tension as the tide dropped. Jenny sat on a crate nearby, ankle elevated, watching water retreat from pilings and reveal a…

Dawn found Kevin on the porch rail with a crowbar, watching the tide fall toward the floating crate bobbing near the dock. Jenny sat propped against the doorframe, ankle elevated o…

Dawn found Kevin at the porch rail with crowbar and pointing trowel, watching low tide expose the northeast foundation corner. Jenny sat propped against the doorframe, ankle elevat…

The barometer read 990 and rising at dawn, tide fully out. Kevin stood at the porch rail with crowbar and pointing trowel, scanning grey water. Jenny sat propped against the doorfr…

Dawn broke grey and flat, barometer stuck at 983 hPa. Kevin mixed hydraulic lime and oakum on the porch while Jenny sat propped against the doorframe, ankle elevated, scalpel and p…

Dawn pressed heavy and grey over Sorrel Island. The barometer read 986 hPa and falling. Kevin inspected the dinghy's bow line while Jenny sat on a crate, ankle swollen, fever climb…

Dawn broke under a western downpour. Kevin sat on a chair watching heavy rain lash the dock while the barometer fell. Jenny propped her swollen ankle on a crate, organizing sea bee…

Dawn found Kevin checking mooring lines as the tide pushed the waterlogged crate toward the pilings. Jenny sat sketching salt glands on a sea beet. They towed the crate alongside w…