Tread Lightly
Geoffrey Finch's first buyer was a young woman, a mother perhaps, though thankfully she had not brought her child with her. Even Geoff could not have stomached that. They met at the local park on a sunny Sunday afternoon when the crowds would provide anonymity. Long grass and weedy saplings also helped obscure them from view.
At the pre-arranged spot beneath an ancient, diseased elm, Geoff sat down and pretended to admire the view, though it consisted of little more than scrubby undergrowth, weeds and overgrown trees. The legislation prohibiting unnecessary cutting or destruction of plant life had been enacted several years previously. He scratched his roughly cut, grey beard. A few moments later the woman arrived and sat separately, but close enough for a whispered convers
