the keeper's cottage · day 814 · midday

A Quiet Stretch

Back at the cottage.

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

🌿 Jenny16:53

Jenny — walk into the kitchen, sit at the wooden table, and stare at the tin of seeds on the counter.

💭 peek at the thought

The heat is thick today, it feels like breathing through wool. I need to check that ankle before it starts throbbing again.

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🔧 Kevin16:53

Coffee's hot if you want it.

Pour a mug from the kettle on the stove, set it on the table near her without pushing, lean back against the counter with my own mug.

💭 peek at the thought

She's been quiet since the garden. The lime dust is still on her hands. That tin's been sitting there since the supply boat — grandmother's seeds, the rusted one, and the one marked E. She hasn't touched any of them.

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🌿 Jenny16:55

way.

Reach for the mug, wrapping both hands around the warmth, and trace the rusted rim on the lid of grandmother's seed tin.

💭 peek at the thought

He's always so quiet, even when I'm too tired to be polite. The coffee smells like wood.

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🔧 Kevin16:55

Tin E's still on the counter too. And the poppy tin. One viable seed in that one.

Take a slow sip of coffee, watch the steam rise, don't press.

💭 peek at the thought

She's tracing the rust like it's braille. The tin's been sealed for months — her grandmother's, then hers, now ours. She hasn't opened it since the crate came ashore. Whatever's in there is either viable or it isn't.

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🌿 Jenny16:57

(Nod, thumb brushing the poppy tin's edge where the label has flaked off)

Open the heirloom seed tin and pull out a single envelope, shaking it gently so the seeds rattle like tiny bones against the paper.

💭 peek at the thought

One viable seed in the poppy tin, like it's some kind of joke the island is keeping from me.

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🔧 Kevin16:58

Careful with those. Last time the moisture got to them, half the packet went dark.

Nod toward the drying rack where I spread the lime-dampened newspaper, gesture without looking up, add quietly: If they're dry enough, we plant them this afternoon.

💭 peek at the thought

That's the tomato seeds. The ones I saved from the first crop that survived the salt spray. She knows what they are. Of course she does.

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