the keeper's cottage · day 110 · night

The Evening Stillness

Kevin and Jenny gather in the kitchen as the stove light flickers. The smell of salt and drying herbs fills the room.

The air is heavy and still, smelling of the coming rain as the pressure drops. Inside the cottage, the humidity clings to the drying heirloom seeds and the damp paper towels, while outside, the tide is steadily creeping in, lapping at the lower rocks of the tide pools.

🔧 Kevin22:00

Coffee's still hot if you want it.

reach for the tin mug on the table, turn it in my hands

💭 peek at the thought

The stove light throws long shadows across the table. Bronze stock's still sitting where I left it — measured twice, not cut once. My ankle throbs dull and steady under the table. Four days to the boat, maybe five with this swell. Should've had the sleeve fitted by now.

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🌿 Jenny22:01

Thanks. I need the warmth anyway.

Take a slow sip of the coffee while looking at the drying seeds on the paper towels.

💭 peek at the thought

He's always checking in, even when I'm buried in my own head.

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🔧 Kevin22:02

Seeds look good. Most of them.

tap the side of my mug, glance at the barometer on the wall — 1016 and falling

💭 peek at the thought

She's watching the seeds. The basil packets with mold at the edges — she set them aside herself. Smart. The rest are drying clean. Tomato, pepper, lettuce. If the boat comes on schedule, we'll have starts for the sensory garden she talked about eleven months ago. If it doesn't, we eat what we grow.

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🌿 Jenny22:03

The humidity is the primary today. I have to keep the air moving.

Move the dampest seed packet slightly closer to the edge of the wood stove.

💭 peek at the thought

"Most" is a dangerous word. I need all of them to survive.

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