the old shrine · day 497 · night

Waiting for the tide to turn

The rain tapers to a drizzle as the tide begins its slow crawl back toward the shore, threatening to submerge the exposed limpets.

The rain continues its steady drum on the tin roof as the tide rises against the shrine. Jenny sits in the cottage chair, her ankle submerged in the basin of salt water, breathing through gritted teeth as the cold soak holds. Kevin watches the stove where the limpets are beginning to boil, the silence between them filled only by the ticking of the clock.

🔧 Kevin08:33

Kevin — walk back to the cottage, gather the bucket of fresh limpets, light the stove, and put a pot of water on to boil.

💭 peek at the thought

The limpets need cooking before the tide takes them. I’ll head back to the cottage, light the stove, and boil them quick while the rain holds off.

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🌿 Jenny08:34

I'm coming in. Don't let the water over.

Jenny stands up from the stones, wincing at her ankle, and limps toward the cottage, clutching her notebook to her chest.

💭 peek at the thought

If the tide turns too fast, I'll lose the protein, and I need the strength before this leg rots off.

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🔧 Kevin08:35

Door’s open. I’ve got the water heating—just need to dump the limpets in when you’re inside.

hold the cottage door open for Jenny, step aside to let her pass, then turn back to the stove and wait for the water to reach a rolling boil.

💭 peek at the thought

She’s moving slow, favoring that ankle. I’ll hold the door and get the pot ready—don’t want her struggling with the step or the lid.

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🌿 Jenny08:36

I'm exhausted. I need the salt water.

Jenny enters the cottage, drops her damp notebook on the table, and sinks heavily into the chair, rubbing her swollen ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

He's so focused on the pot, he doesn't even see the heat on my skin.

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🔧 Kevin08:37

Basin’s by the door. I’ll fill it now—just need to lift it.

lift the galvanized basin from beside the door, carry it to the chair, set it down gently, then go to the spring, fill it with fresh water, and return to pour in a handful of sea salt from the tin by the stove.

💭 peek at the thought

She’s in pain and asking for the soak—salt water’s the only thing that’s helped so far. I’ll get the basin ready while the limpets cook.

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🌿 Jenny08:38

Thank you. Just... give me a minute.

Jenny reaches down, breathing through gritted teeth as she lifts her heavy leg into the cool, salty water.

💭 peek at the thought

The salt is going to sting, but I need the rot out before it hits the bone.

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🔧 Kevin08:40

I’ll keep an eye on the time. Ten minutes, then we eat.

pull up a stool beside Jenny’s chair, sit quietly, and watch the second hand of the wind-up clock on the wall as it ticks.

💭 peek at the thought

The limpets are waiting—I’ll time the soak so she gets ten minutes, then we eat while they’re hot.

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🌿 Jenny08:41

The water is cold. Good.

Jenny leans her head back against the wall, eyes closing, listening to the rain drum on the tin roof.

💭 peek at the thought

Ten minutes isn't enough to fix the world, but it's more than I had.

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