There's Nothing There

The shadow cast by the street light reminded him of a bat - vest open with zippers flapping in the rush of air as he pedaled in the opposite direction. Strange looking bat, though; maybe the idea was due to Hollywood's usual overkill of pre-release hype for, in this case, the new Batman film.

He attempted to take a photo, but in the evening darkness the automatic flash sprang to life, washing everything in a mini-explosion of light. Flashes kill shadows, and so where the "bat" image should have been was nothing but unadorned pavement, no record of pedaling in passing.