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A Short Story : A Bedtime Story?

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'Try to get some rest, my lovely.' As Aunt Eliza hummed a tune, she stroked the damp hair away from Clemmie’s brow. When Clemmie relaxed into sleep, Aunt Eliza tucked the blankets around her. 'Sleep well, my little angel.' When she sensed Aunt Eliza had left, Clemmie opened her eyes. She had a clear idea of what she had to do and it wouldn't be easy. She always thought she was a wimp, but how wrong she was. It was time for her to put things right. Time to set the time-rift back on course. She stroked Blinks as he settled down to sleep. It hurt that she would have to leave him behind, but the journey in front of her was too dangerous for a little pug. She knew Blinks's Club would take care of him while she was gone. After all, she might not make it back. **** Lord Fox looked in on Clemmie but she was fast asleep. He sat on the edge of her bed and gently touched her cheeks. Poor little mite, they were hot and flushed. He tucked the blankets close around her then gave Blinks a quick fuss. When he walked through to join the others, Miss Poppy had come to the end of her bedtime story. The children were engrossed, although the same could not be said for Mrs Pink. She looked as green as slimy goo. 'A zombie emerged from a crack in the gravestone just as the boy whacked him on the head with a shovel. Blood spurted everywhere...' Lord Fox called from the door. 'Time for bed everyone. You can finish the story tomorrow.' There was a mad scramble as they settled for the night. They took care not to disturb Clemmie who was a mound under her sheets with Blinks by her side. Lord Fox made one final round. When he was happy that everyone was accounted for he clicked the door shut behind him. He whispered into his mouthpiece, ‘Pax to Mrs Chalk.’ A slight crackle in his ear then the sound of her voice, 'Hello, my love.' 'Lock the cellar.' He heard a faint clank as the internal lock engaged. Nobody could go in or out. ------------- Lord Fox was in the Den. He stared out into the darkened night and saw the shadow of trees as they swayed. A few had been ripped from the ground with their roots exposed to the air. The oak tree where they hoped to build a tree house still stood tall but one or two others around it had fallen. ‘Pax to

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