Seeing the LIGHT

So Angie, will you and Mike be going along to the community hall tonight? Someone told me they’re getting up a protest meeting about widening that road out of town.’

Chloe, the owner of the florist’s where Angie worked, came barrelling into the shop with a bucket of long-stemmed roses, off-loaded from the supplier’s van.

‘The engineers intend to chop down that avenue of old beech trees.’

‘Yes, Mike’s going to speak and ask people to sign his petition. Those trees go right past his farm – he persuade to widen on the other side instead.’

‘So you’ll be going along, too?’

‘Of course.’

BENEATH HIS SLEEVELESS T-SHIRT, SHE COULD SEE ABDOMINAL MUSCLES RIPPLING

Angie admired the way Mike Thomson did something about the things that mattered to him. She’d met him when he was helping clear a cycle