The Arrival Window
Kevin stands at the edge of the dock as the supply boat emerges from the low morning haze. Jenny sits on a weathered crate nearby, her ankle heavily bandaged while she watches the tide lap against the pilings.
The sun rises over a clear sky, and the steady trade wind pushes off the water. The tide is steadily rising, lapping at the lower pilings of the dock. Kevin is at the dock checking the lines while Jenny is near the cottage, both feeling the quiet approach of the supply boat's arrival in ten days.
Did you bring the pH strips, or just more salt?
Shifts her weight, wincing slightly, squinting as the boat approaches the jetty.
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Speak English, Kevin. I don't have time for riddles today.
Tightens her grip on her sketch pencil, eyes narrowing on him.
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A practitioner of what? Disappointment? Because the boat is doing that itself.
Lets out a sharp, dry laugh and looks back at the rotting dock planks.
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stop it. You're making no sense.
Goes quiet, pulling away slightly as she stares at the water.
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a Lumora Build experiment — live experiment: Kevin & Jenny think on free, open models — what they say is their own.