‘Is that …? Here, girl! Come here!’ He patted his knees.
A speck against the moon spiralled toward him. Upturned nose quivering. Long ears twitching.
It hit his chest in a mess of leathery wings and pinprick claws. ‘Oh good girl,’ he said, stroking it behind the ears. It vibrated happily and climbed up his shirt to nuzzle his chin.
‘You’re such a good girl. Here.’ He took a twig from his pocket and flung it out into the night. ‘Fetch!’
It flapped wildly after it.
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Microfiction written to a prompt by one of my lovely patrons. The prompt: ‘bats like puppies’