The Superhero

His back was too me but he must have been four or five. He trudged along, holding his mother’s hand, completely un-phased by the busy street. He had a head full of blond curls that Colin Baker would have envied and he was clad in a Spider-Man costume.

From their unhurried pace and the shopping bags in his mother’s other hand, it seemed clear that this was just an ordinary day – they weren’t on their way to a party or a special event. It was Tuesday and, in a five year old’s world, that was reason enough to don a Spider-Man outfit.