The bat either lived under the bed, hanging upside down in the murky darkness among bags and boxes and piles of clothes, or it lived up in the rafters. Every morning, Soraya cowered under her sheets, flesh crawling and heart thumping, as it flew in low circles above her head.
Hi guys,
It's time again for the Friday micro-fiction challenge over in the Freewriters' Community. The challenge is to write a fiction in precisely 50 words and the prompt is bat. Here's the link with the details. Please participate if you can.
In the piece above, a young lady who fears and scorns bats must share a room with one and every morning, she is tormented by the sound of its flapping wings.
