Wendy smiled as she saw him. The Line Man. At least that’s what she secretly called him. Every week, when she walked past, he was pushing the little trolley that made white lines on the local football pitch.
She had often almost struck up a conversation, but he always seemed so focused on keeping the lines straight, she thought she might disturb him.
Today, the Line Man stopped, took off his cap, and wiped his brow.
She was
