Just like Daley Thompson

Ms A.B. Williamson

The wee boy sped along the passageway, stopped by the fire door at its end. Turned round, not quite out of breath, proud he had run so quickly.

Dressed in a grey track suit with a blue trim, a badge on his chest declared "I am four" - a sweat band round his blonde curly hair pushing it away from his glasses. Having been dressed more rapidly than his young sister, he had accompanied his grandmother towards the entrance, but just had to show his sporting ability. ... (continues)