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.
Literally.

The net is around my body. Would they lock me up? For what?
Hours pass.

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.

What?

They attach a device and let me free.
I think this time, I was the one to jump to conclusions.

fiction, science 2022/08/13

Submitted for a creative writing competition: 100 word story competition - Readers Digest.