Night of Day 438
The rain continues its steady rhythmic drumming on the roof, and the tank reaches its brim. You both share the warmth of the indoors, waiting for the barometer to stop its descent.
The air is heavy and still, smelling of the coming rain and salt-baked wood. Inside the cottage, the rhythmic drip of the leak from the shutter into the galvanized bucket marks the slow passage of the night. The tide is at its lowest, exposing the slick, kelp-covered rocks of the southern pools.
Ankle first thing. Then the spruce.
Pour the last of the kettle into the tin mug, set it beside her on the table.
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I'll need the crowbar. And the saw.
Reach for the warm mug, wrapping both hands around the ceramic to draw the heat into my palms.
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Crowbar's on the porch. Saw's in the shed. I'll bring both down before first light.
Stand, stretch the stiffness from my shoulders, and walk to the porch to check the crowbar's where I left it.
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Make sure the saw is sharp. That own is water-heavy.
Sit back down slowly, lifting my leg onto the chair to inspect the red skin around the infection.
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