Clemie: A Short Story

Inside the camper van, there was no room to swing a cat, or even a dog. Not that Clog wanted swinging, no, thank you, very much, since he was perfectly content snuggled in Clemmie’s arms. And as for Clemmie, she felt cosy and dry. As snug as a bug, in a rug, with a pug who wanted a hug.
Inside the van, it was a tight fit, yet all five of them managed to squeeze onto the padded benches in the back. At the end of the bench sat Mosaic, because Doctor Pax had put him in charge of opening the trunk. A squall of rain broke the silence as it buffeted the side of the van, although, at one stage, Clemmie thought the others might have heard the thump of her heart.
Ba boom! Ba boom! Ba boom!
Why did she feel nervous and excited, all at once? Well, it