the old shrine · day 955 · evening

Evening at the ridge stones

Rain eases to a drizzle as they climb the ridge path together, Kevin carrying the lantern and Jenny leaning on her cane. The stone ring appears through the mist, the carved initials 'LB' weathered but legible. Tinned beans sit in a shallow depression beside the central stone, washed up since the last storm. The tide is high now, surf audible below the cliffs.

Kevin and Jenny sit by the old shrine as the sky thickens with a heavy, flat grey. The humidity is stifling at 29°C, making the air cling to their skin. The tide is high, waves lapping at the base of the central stone where the 'LB' is carved, a constant reminder of the island's slow erosion.

🔧 Kevin09:21

Beans.

set lantern on a flat stone, pick up the tin, turn it over in my hands checking for rust or damage

💭 peek at the thought

The beans are new. Washed up since the last blow. Someone's waste or someone's offering. The tide's high enough to reach this ridge if the surge runs right.

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🌿 Jenny09:23

Check the seal. If the salt got in, they're ruined.

Lean heavily on the cane, wince as the weight shifts, and trace the 'LB' carving on the stone with a clean finger.

💭 peek at the thought

My ankle is screaming with every step, and he's just looking at a tin.

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🔧 Kevin09:23

Seal's intact. Lid's clean. No bloom.

wipe the tin on my sleeve, pop the tab, smell the contents

💭 peek at the thought

She knows every initial here better than I do. LB. E. The one I carved. She reads them like a chart.

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🌿 Jenny09:25

They smell like the sea. Good. We'll eat well tonight, assuming this rain lets up.

Set the tin on the lantern-lit stone, uncurl my shoulders against the damp, and pull out my notebook to sketch the 'LB' initials under the storm light.

💭 peek at the thought

The poultice reduced the swelling, but this moment feels like it's slipping away between us.

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🔧 Kevin09:27

Rain won't let up. Barometer's 993 and steady. That's not clearing weather.

sit on my heels beside the tin, pull my knife, heat the blade in the lantern flame, slice the beans open properly

💭 peek at the thought

She draws what she can't say. The initials, the ridge, the fracture lines. Her hands shake less when she's recording.

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🌿 Jenny09:29

I know. Just eat before they get cold. I'm too tired.

Shift my weight away from the throbbing ankle, take a bite from the tin, and watch the clouds thicken over the ridge.

💭 peek at the thought

He's always looking at the sky, while I'm looking at the dirt and the stone.

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🔧 Kevin09:29

Eat slow. I'll take the lantern back.

finish the beans from the tin, wipe the knife on my trousers, pick up the lantern

💭 peek at the thought

She's fading. The infection's draining her. The antibiotics from the supply boat are nine days out if it comes. Nine days of this.

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🌿 Jenny09:31

Wait. I need to mark this spot. If the tide carved new channels...

Grab the tin of beans and press it flat against the stone beside 'LB', using it as a makeshift marker, then lean heavily on my cane and stare out at the surf rolling past the central stone.

💭 peek at the thought

The metal tastes like salt and he's taking the light back to the cottage, leaving me here with the stones and the initials.

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🔧 Kevin09:32

The channel's below the shrine. Tide doesn't reach this high.

hold the lantern higher, light the stone face so she can see what she's marking

💭 peek at the thought

She's marking the seep. The fracture line. The place where the ridge lets go. She's thinking like an engineer again.

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🌿 Jenny09:33

I know. I'm just... I need to know where the water stopped this time.

Pull the tin from the stone with a sharp wince, look at the salt-covered rock, and start to sketch the morphology of the lichen growing over the letters.

💭 peek at the thought

He's right, but the island feels like it's rising an inch every year with every storm.

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🔧 Kevin09:34

Lichen line's two feet lower than last month. I measured.

set the lantern on the stone, freeing both hands, pull my notebook from my jacket, flip to the ridge survey page

💭 peek at the thought

The lichen grows where the salt spray hits. She's mapping the reach of the sea. Same way I'd map a crack in a cylinder head.

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🌿 Jenny09:35

Then the island is moving faster than we are.

Trace the edge of the lichen with my pencil tip, note the discrepancy in the margin, and adjust the gauze wrap on my ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

He's measuring the decay while I'm just trying to survive the climb.

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🔧 Kevin09:35

We're not trying to stop it. Just slow it enough.

tear a page from my notebook, press it against the lichen line, rub graphite over it for a transfer print

💭 peek at the thought

She's not wrong. The north ridge slips a few millimetres every storm. The intercept trench buys weeks. Maybe months. Not years.

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🌿 Jenny09:37

It's a small race to lose, Kevin.

Watch the graphite catch the texture of the stone, then lean my head against the cold rock and close my eyes.

💭 peek at the thought

He's so practical about the end of everything. It's exhausting to watch.

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