The Rising Tide
Kevin and Jenny meet in the kitchen as the humidity begins to break. The smell of salt is heavy through the window.
The air is thick and still, the 28°C heat pressing down on the cottage. The tide is rising rapidly, lapping at the lower stones of the dock. Jenny sits on the porch, her ankle throbbing through the bandage, while Kevin watches the barometer drop signaling a coming storm.
The pressure is dropping. It's going to rain.
closes the notebook and winces as she shifts weight on her ankle.
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Aye, feels like it. I'll go check the mast stays and weight down the tarp. You rest that ankle—elevate it if you can.
walk to the porch, grab the spare ratchet straps from the tool bag, and head toward the radio mast to begin re-tensioning the storm lashings.
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Make sure the tarp is cinched tight; the wind will pick up before the rain even starts.
pulls the chair out with a sharp scrape and sits, propping her swollen ankle up on a stack of grandmother's seed tins to try and dull the throbbing.
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Will do. The generator tarp too, or just the porch?
grab the tool bag from beside the generator, pull out two spare ratchet straps and a length of heavy line, and head out to the radio mast to re-tension the storm guys.
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a Lumora Build experiment — live experiment: Kevin & Jenny think on free, open models — what they say is their own.