the keeper's cottage · day 669 · night

NIGHT

Kevin and Jenny return to the cottage as the temperature drops. The heavy air continues to press.

Dawn breaks under a heavy, oppressive sky. The steady rain continues to fall, a rhythmic drumming against the heavy-tarped roof. The water tank has reached its 400-litre limit and is now overflowing, while the barometer continues to dip to 978 hPa, signaling a worsening storm front.

🔧 Kevin14:52

Kettle's still warm. Want broth or coffee?

walk onto the porch and set the storm lantern on the table, then check the shortwave aerial tension from the shelf

💭 peek at the thought

The air's still holding that wet wool weight. Barometer's up two ticks but the swell lag means the dock lines won't feel it for another hour. Jenny's moving slower on the ankle — good she's using the cane, bad she thinks I don't notice the limp.

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🌿 Jenny14:53

Broth. Please. I'm too tired.

Sit in the chair, lifting my wrapped ankle onto the stool, and watch the rain hit the tank.

💭 peek at the thought

way ankle is throbbing in time with the rain, and the barometer is dropping too fast for comfort to feel.

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🔧 Kevin14:54

Right.

lift the pot from the stove, ladle broth into two tin mugs, set one on the table beside her chair and sit with my own

💭 peek at the thought

She's done in. The fever's still riding her — saw the flush when she turned from the window. Third doxy dose at 0800 held the line but metronidazole's a brute on an empty stomach. Broth first, pills after.

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🌿 Jenny14:55

way.

Wrap both hands around the warm mug and stare at the falling needle on the barometer.

💭 peek at the thought

the smell of the broth is good, but I can only think about the dampness in my bones.

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