Flash Fiction: Night Flight

All five inches of him froze as the bat awoke, yawned, and stretched its wings.

Rose handed Weft a leather helmet, tucking hair under hers. “He eats berries, not brownies. Wanna fly on him?”

Weft’s eyes widened with wonder.

“There’s room for two,” she smiled.



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