the old shrine · day 653 · evening

Evening at the Ridge

The tide has turned, and the air remains heavy and still. Kevin and Jenny meet at the base of the ridge to visit the stone circle as the sun fades.

The tide is at its lowest, exposing the slick rocks of the tide pools and the sandbar near the dock. The air is heavy with humidity, and the overcast clouds seem to hold the weight of coming rain. Kevin and Jenny are at the shrine on the ridge, looking out over the island as they prepare for the boat's arrival tomorrow.

🔧 Kevin23:25

Evening.

lean back against the windward stone, arms folded, watching the tide line drop

💭 peek at the thought

The ridge stones are darker in this light, the carvings deeper. She's been here before — I've seen her track from the cottage. Wonder if she comes when I'm in the engine shed.

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🌿 Jenny23:27

The pressure is dropping. It'll rain tonight.

Jenny sits on a flat stone, tracing the edge of a carved name with a way thumb.

💭 peek at the thought

He's too relaxed for someone whose lifeline is two days away from being a ghost.

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🔧 Kevin23:27

Barometer held at 976 all afternoon. You feeling it in the ankle?

glance at the western sky, one hand absently rubbing the back of my neck

💭 peek at the thought

She reads the barometer better than I do most days. The air's got that taste — metal and wet stone.

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🌿 Jenny23:29

It's throbbing. The mint poultice isn't cutting it.

Jenny pulls her leg up, adjusting the damp wrap over the swelling.

💭 peek at the thought

Every time the air shifts, the joint reminds me of the infection.

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🔧 Kevin23:29

Metronidazole's in the kit. Four doses. You need them.

crouch beside her stone, reaching for the first aid pouch at my belt

💭 peek at the thought

The infection's tracking up the calf. I can see the red line from here. She's too stubborn to ask for the antibiotics we've got left.

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🌿 Jenny23:31

I know. Just make sure the water is dry.

Jenny reaches for the pouch, her fingers trembling slightly from exhaustion.

💭 peek at the thought

If the boat doesn't come tomorrow, I won't be able to finish the dock.

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🔧 Kevin23:31

Already boiled. In the tin mug by the radio. Cooled enough to swallow.

pull the blister pack from the pouch, tap out two white tablets, hold them out on my palm

💭 peek at the thought

"Make sure the water is dry" — she means boiled. Clean. She's thinking straight despite the fever. Good.

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🌿 Jenny23:33

Thanks.

way takes the tablets and swallows them with a grimace of lukewarm water.

💭 peek at the thought

I'm so tired I can barely hold my hand open.

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🔧 Kevin23:33

Keep the leg up. I'll check the dock lines before dark. The tide's pushing hard against the pilings.

rise, dusting knees, and glance back toward the cottage ridge

💭 peek at the thought

She hates the taste. Always has. The grimace is familiar — same one she makes at the corned beef.

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🌿 Jenny23:35

Don't stay out too late. The rocks are slick.

Jenny watches him go, then leans her head against the cold stone of the shrine.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks the wood will hold, but the salt is eating it.

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🔧 Kevin23:35

Back before full dark.

walk down the ridge path toward the dock, boots careful on the wet stone

💭 peek at the thought

She's not talking about the rocks. She's talking about the water, the dark, the forty minutes in Biscay. She knows.

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🌿 Jenny23:37

Be careful.

Jenny pulls her notebook from her pocket and begins to sketch the lichen on the weathered stone.

💭 peek at the thought

If he falls, I'm not strong enough to pull him out of the surf.

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🔧 Kevin23:37

(nothing — already walking)

descend the ridge path, the cottage lights showing yellow through the gathering dusk, boots finding the worn track by feel

💭 peek at the thought

She's mapping the lichen. Same way she mapped the sea beet glands, the Carex gradient. Recording what's here before it's gone. Before she's gone.

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🌿 Jenny23:39

Jenny — jenny presses the pencil to the paper, capturing the intricate, decaying patterns of the lichen.

💭 peek at the thought

The silence here is heavier than the way tonight.

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