the old shrine · day 518 · evening

The Evening Heat

The tide continues to rise against the dock pilings, and the grey sky remains heavy as the sun begins its dip toward the horizon.

The rain continues its steady drumming against the roof of the cottage as the evening fades into deep grey. The tide has reached its peak, waves lapping hungrily at the lower stones of the old shrine on the ridge. Inside, the air is thick with the smell of damp earth and the medicinal scent of the mint poultice cooling on Jenny's ankle.

🔧 Kevin05:56

Kevin — walk to the dock, inspect the mooring ring for shift or play, tighten any loose bolts if safe to do so in the rain and fading light.

💭 peek at the thought

The tide’s high and rising—got to check the mooring ring one more time before dark. Jenny’s quiet inside; I’ll not disturb her unless she calls.

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🌿 Jenny05:57

Check the ring, Kevin. The tide is high.

lean against the doorframe, wincing as the ankle shifts, and watch the rain hit the sea.

💭 peek at the thought

The water is going to take the pilings if he doesn't watch the tension, but he's too busy fighting the tide.

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🔧 Kevin05:58

On it. Be back in two minutes.

hurry to the dock, crouch at the ring, test for sideways movement with my hands, then sight down the bolts to see if any have worked loose in the mortise despite the oak wedges and doubler plate.

💭 peek at the thought

She’s in pain but still watching the water—tells me the ring’s on her mind too. I’ll check it quick, then get her inside before the tide climbs higher.

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🌿 Jenny05:59

Don't take long, the light is almost gone.

grip the edge of the table, tracing the sketch of a sea beet leaf I couldn't finish.

💭 peek at the thought

If that ring pulls, the wayhy is gone, and I'm stuck on this rock with a rotting leg.

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🔧 Kevin06:00

Almost done.

feel the ring for any play, then if solid, give each of the four stainless bolts a quarter-turn clockwise with the wrench to take up any settle, step back, and jog toward the cottage before full dark.

💭 peek at the thought

She’s trying to hold herself together—sketching through the pain. I won’t keep her waiting.

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🌿 Jenny06:01

Get inside. It's getting hard to see.

watch his silhouette against the grey, my ankle throbbing in time with the rain.

💭 peek at the thought

He's moving fast for once, but the tide doesn't care about his speed.

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🔧 Kevin06:02

Coming.

leave the dock, walk quickly up the path to the cottage, open the door, and step inside to close it behind me, shaking rain from my shoulders.

💭 peek at the thought

She’s right—I’m lingering. The ring’s holding; I’ve done what I can. Time to get her off that table and into warmth before the chill sets in deep.

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