Clog: A Narrative Fiction

Doctor Pax bent and stroked the dog. ‘Here, put this collar around him. I removed it from the other dog.’
Clemmie fixed the collar in place but froze when she straightened the tag. She rubbed her thumb against the brass. Her dry skin caught on the engraved letters which stood proud of the smooth surface. A choked noise came from her throat as she felt her mind drift to somewhere just out of reach.
‘Can you remember something?’ Doctor Pax’s voice interrupted her thoughts and she shook her head to clear the mist.
‘There was something...something bad. It was like...no...no...it’s gone.’
'Do you remember anything about Clog? He was shot in the chest.'
‘I see these flashes. I remember Granfer kicked Clog. I’m in a dark tunnel…then my mind goes blank.’
'I don’t know,' mumbled Fox as he munched on an apple.
They all tried to think of a name for their gang.
'Why don't we call ourselves Clog’s Club?' volunteered Boffin. Clog twitched his nose at the sound of his name.
'Oh, yes! Awesome name!' said Floyd.
'Hand’s up who agrees on Clog’s Club?' asked Boffin.
It was at that exact moment when Clog raised his head.
'Woof!'
'That's settled then,' said Pam as she laughed with the others. 'Clog has taken the vote out of our hands. Clog's Club it is.'
Clemmie’s heart felt fit to burst. She was so happy.
At that moment, Gentine walked inside the door with a large box of old clothes.
‘Pebbles, you’re needed downstairs straight away. Go and meet Harmonie in the dining room.’
Clemmie waved her friend goodbye and then joined the others around the box of clothes.
‘It’s time for an impromptu play, so go and choose your costumes’ Gilt said from the door. She wore the floppiest hat Clemmie had ever seen. Magpie popped his head around the door. The children laughed because he wore a black eye patch and pirates hat.
‘Ahoy, me hearties! Who’s going to walk the plank