the keeper's cottage · day 717 · night

A Quiet Stretch

Back at the cottage.

The air is heavy and still, the overcast sky holding the weight of the coming rain. Jenny lies on the cottage cot, her ankle throbbing with a rhythmic heat that resists the cooling while Kevin prepares the treatment. He checks the generator's hum, the steady vibration a grounding pulse against the humid silence, then turns to the radio for the morning check.

🔧 Kevin15:08

Kevin — walk to the kitchen, pull the stool up to the radio shelf, and switch the shortwave to 2182 kHz. Listen.

💭 peek at the thought

The cottage feels smaller tonight. The generator's hum vibrates through the floorboards — steady, finally — but the silence between the cycles is louder than the storm was. Jenny's asleep on the porch with the blanket pulled to her chin, the tin mug cold beside her. I should check the radio schedule. I should check the ankle again. I should sleep.

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🌿 Jenny15:09

Static? Or just the atmosphere?

Lean in closer to the speaker, turning the dial by a hair to try and catch a signal through the hiss.

💭 peek at the thought

The static is thick tonight, like the salt air in my lungs. Is Tom even out there?

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🔧 Kevin15:10

Just the atmosphere. Brazilian broadcast faded an hour ago. Nothing since but the skip.

Sit on the stool, elbows on the shelf, and let the static wash over me. Watch the dial glow.

💭 peek at the thought

She hears it too. The way the ionosphere swallows voices at night. She's been listening longer than I have — her fingers know the dial better than I let on.

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🌿 Jenny15:11

The skip is getting too long out here.

Reach into my pocket and touch the cold metal of the seed tin, feeling the weight against my hip.

💭 peek at the thought

way days until the boat. If the infection doesn't break, I'm out of time.

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