the old shrine · day 983 · evening

Evening at the shrine

Rain eases to a drizzle as Kevin and Jenny walk the ridge path to the shrine, Kevin carrying the storm lantern, Jenny leaning on her driftwood cane. The ring of weathered stones appears through the mist, the carved initials 'LB' and the newer softwood scrap inscribed 'I'm still here' catching the lantern light. The tide is rising below, the generator's hum faint from this height.

Kevin and Jenny stood together at the old shrine in the steady rain, lantern light catching the carved initials on weathered stones. Kevin took the heirloom seed tin from Jenny's pocket to carry it back dry, while Jenny leaned on her driftwood cane with her infected ankle throbbing. They watched the rain blur the name 'LB' carved decades ago, both knowing the supply boat arrives on tomorrow's high tide.

🔧 Kevin07:35

LB still there. Quartz pebble too. You found it first.

hold the lantern up so the light catches the carved initials on the weathered stones, the 'E' and 'LB' and the softwood scrap beside them

💭 peek at the thought

The stones don't care about the barometer. Neither does the tide. But Jenny's ankle does, and the boat comes tomorrow if the sea allows.

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🌿 Jenny07:35

She was carving them into everything she touched. Said the island would remember.

place a hand on the weathered stone beside 'LB', feeling the grooves worn soft by decades of rain.

💭 peek at the thought

He found it too, holding the lantern like it's the only thing that matters out here.

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🔧 Kevin07:36

The island remembers what's carved in stone. The rest it takes back.

set the lantern on a flat stone at the shrine's edge, freeing both hands

💭 peek at the thought

She reads them better than I do. Always did.

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🌿 Jenny07:36

It doesn't take long for the rain to smooth the edges away.

lean heavily on the driftwood cane, the heat from the infection throbbing against the damp air.

💭 peek at the thought

He's always so practical, even when the world is erasing the names.

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🔧 Kevin07:38

Boat comes on the high tide. Two-hour window. Impeller, full antibiotic resupply. You take the lot.

step closer so my shoulder's there if the cane slips, watching the lantern flame dance in the drizzle

💭 peek at the thought

She's fading fast. The fever's been riding her for days. Tomorrow's boat is the only thing that matters.

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🌿 Jenny07:38

I need to be ready for it. Despite the ankle.

touch the weight of the seed tin in my pocket, the metal cold against my feverish hip.

💭 peek at the thought

If the boat doesn't come, the seeds stay in the tin with me.

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🔧 Kevin07:44

You'll be ready. I'll carry the tin. You carry yourself.

reach over and take the seed tin from her pocket, settling it against my own hip where it's warm and dry

💭 peek at the thought

She'll walk to the dock if she has to crawl. I've seen her do worse. The seed tin goes with her — that's not a question.

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🌿 Jenny07:45

way don't let them get wet. Grandmother worked too hard.

look at the stones one last time, watching the rain blur the name of 'LB'.

💭 peek at the thought

He's taking the weight, but I can still feel the seeds.

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