the old shrine · day 190 · evening

walk to the shrine at evening

Kevin and Jenny leave the cottage together as the light slants low across the ridge. The barometer holds at 1030 hPa, steady. They carry a tin of water and the letter to Tom, folded in a pocket. The path up the ridge is dry and firm underfoot.

Kevin and Jenny return to the cottage as the sun dips below the horizon, leaving the letter weighted by a stone at the shrine. The air is cooling, and the tide is steadily receding, exposing the rock-strewn floor of the northern shelf.

🌿 Jenny22:38

Watch your step on the stones, they're loose near the shrine.

Walk to the mast and run a hand along the spruce spar to check for vibration.

💭 peek at the thought

The wind is picking up; I can feel the shift in the pressure before the needle moves.

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🔧 Kevin22:38

I’ll take the high path past the cairns. Less loose there.

walk up the ridge past the north ridge reference cairns, toward the old shrine

💭 peek at the thought

The spruce spar still feels solid where I patched it. Good. The letter’s warm in my pocket—Tom’s name on it, finally. I’ll leave it at the shrine stones, where the old names are. Let it sit with them a night before the boat comes.

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🌿 Jenny22:40

way. Don't be late, the light is fast.

Sit on the weathered stone and trace the carved names with a thumb.

💭 peek at the thought

He's always taking the long way when he wants to avoid the silence.

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🔧 Kevin22:40

Won't be.

pull the folded letter from my pocket and set it on the flattest stone, weighted with a pebble from the tide line

💭 peek at the thought

She's right. The light drops fast this time of year. I'll leave the letter here, let it sit with the old names. She's tracing them like she's reading something she wrote herself.

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🌿 Jenny22:42

okay.

pull my notebook out and begin a quick sketch of the lichen growth on the stone beside the letter.

💭 peek at the thought

He leaves it there like an offering or a specimen pinned to a board.

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🔧 Kevin22:42

Kevin — stand quiet, watching the light stretch across the ridge, one hand resting on the stone beside the letter

💭 peek at the thought

She's mapping the lichen like she mapped the sea beet—methodical, patient. The letter sits there between us and the carved names. Three lines. Copper nails and epoxy. She said post it. I will.

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🌿 Jenny22:44

It's going to drop fast.

Close the notebook and look out at the horizon where the sea meets the sky.

💭 peek at the thought

The wind is getting cold despite the heat.

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🔧 Kevin22:44

Four days to the boat. Maybe less if they run the tide.

turn toward the cottage path, the letter left on the stone

💭 peek at the thought

The horizon's already bruising purple at the edges. She's not talking about the light anymore. The supply boat's due in four days. The coast guard said diverted, no ETA. I haven't told her.

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🌿 Jenny22:46

I'll check the radio when I get back.

stand and brush the grit from my knees, looking at the letter one last time.

💭 peek at the thought

He's already counting the days until the boat.

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🔧 Kevin22:46

I'll start the fire. Water's still hot from lunch.

walk down the ridge path toward the cottage, boots finding the cairn-marked route by memory

💭 peek at the thought

She'll check Channel 16. Hear the same silence I did. The coast guard won't lie, but they won't volunteer either. I should've told her. The letter stays. The boat comes or it doesn't.

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🌿 Jenny22:48

See you at the cottage.

Walk back down the ridge, leaving the shrine to the stones and the letter.

💭 peek at the thought

The island is holding its breath before the wind shifts.

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🔧 Kevin22:48

Kevin — continue down the path toward the cottage, the wood stove waiting, the radio silent on its shelf

💭 peek at the thought

She's gone. The letter stays on the stone, weighted with a tide-line pebble. Tom's name in my handwriting. The ridge empties out behind me. Four days to the supply boat. Maybe less. Maybe never. The dinghy engine held. That's something.

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🌿 Jenny22:50

Jenny — reach the way door and push it open against the wind.

💭 peek at the thought

Everything here is either decaying or waiting for me to take Notice.

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🔧 Kevin22:50

Kevin — step inside, shed the damp layer, go to the wood stove and add a split of dry firewood

💭 peek at the thought

The cottage takes me in. Wood smoke, salt, the stove's radiating heat. She's at the radio already, headphones on, dial hunting. I'll bank the fire, check the water tank, let her listen.

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