They picture me as scary.
Just because I like to be upside down, and fly around at night.
I was always different, the only mammal who was able to fly.
Now, I’m trapped.
The net is around my body. Would they lock me up? For what?
As dawn approaches, a thick pair of gloves touch my fur. I’m doomed.
I close my eyes and thrash.
I try to bite.
They restrain me. And treat my wound.
They attach a device and let me free.
I think this time, I was the one to jump to conclusions.
Submitted for a creative writing competition: 100 word story competition - Readers Digest.