Run, run as fast as you can. Can’t catch me I’m a gingerbread girl (aka cross country girl).
Tasym passes me. I say to her “Lucky you’re in Galloway”. I continue running. Legs about to fall off.
I feel myself gulping in air. My legs feel fragile and exhausted. Water, water my brain is saying. My eyelids want to fall down over my eyes. But I continue walking over to the table.