Wendigoon

Everyone is grateful to have me back, I know.

And the best part is that nobody minds my radio.

I bring it with me everywhere and keep the volume low enough not to disrupt the students.

No one has ever complained.

In fact, I suspect they like it.

The schoolhouse is not very big, but does require a lot of maintenance.

Floors are always sticky and stained, so I spend most of my time mopping.

Kids make messes.

I guess that's why I'm still in business.

sometimes I have to move things around to make sure I get every spot on the floor beautiful and clean but I take pride in that and the repairs school always needs tune-ups here and there I'm happy to help some days I'm reconstructing a desk that broke as I whistle along with the radio other times I handle more serious structural issues days when I have work like this feel truly instrumental like a cog in a larger machine

How could this school survive without me?

It took me a long time, but I once again feel that I have purpose.

There is a larder behind the school that is full of preserved food.

Only with payment, I'm allowed to take as much food as I need.

That arrangement's fine.

What would I do with money anyway?

I used to bring the food back to my home, just one field away from the school.

But when I started sleeping in the basement, no one seemed to notice.

This school is special to me and I cannot leave it unguarded.

When I am besieged with memories of my wife and baby, I turn up the volume on the radio to drown out such thoughts.