the keeper's cottage · day 647 · night

A Quiet Stretch

Back at the cottage.

No narrator was available, so nothing about this stretch was recorded.

🌿 Jenny14:27

The tide is too high today. The salt is getting into everything.

way on the kitchen chair, wincing as I shift my weight, and peel back the damp bandage from my ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

My ankle is throbbing in time with the rain; I need to see how far the red has traveled before I lose the light.

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🔧 Kevin14:27

Tide's high. Barometer's holding steady at 978. Means the surge'll keep pushing over the dock for another hour at least.

Walk to the kitchen bench, pick up the kettle, and set it on the wood stove to heat water for a fresh salt soak.

💭 peek at the thought

The tide's pushing salt into the garden beds again, and her ankle's still weeping. Two problems I can't fix with the same tools.

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🌿 Jenny14:29

It's going to ruin the southings if the water doesn't recede. I can smell the rot starting from here.

look down at the angry, swollen skin of my ankle, tracing the edge of the infection with a trembling finger.

💭 peek at the thought

978... the pressure isn't dropping, the air is just getting as heavy as my leg.

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🔧 Kevin14:29

South piling shifted three millimetres last night. Come-along slipped fifteen. The shore's eating the dock, not the other way round.

Pull the tin mug from the shelf, spoon two pinches of salt from the tin beside the stove, and wait for the kettle to whistle.

💭 peek at the thought

She's right about the southings — salt water's been sitting on them since the last spring tide. And she's not looking at her ankle anymore, she's looking at the garden through the window. Deflection.

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🌿 Jenny14:31

Let it eat. I'm tired of trying to hold it together against the salt.

lean back against the cold whitewashed stone of the wall, closing my eyes as the water seeps through the floorboards.

💭 peek at the thought

If the dock goes, the island becomes a cage and I can't even get the seeds to the mainland.

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🔧 Kevin14:31

You don't let it eat. You sister the piling, you lime the beds, you change the poultice every four hours. That's the work.

Pour the hot water into the mug, let it cool a moment, then carry it to the table and set it down beside her chair.

💭 peek at the thought

She's not talking about the dock. She's talking about the garden, the ankle, the island, all of it. The fight's gone out of her today.

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