Zoe Becker

Greg Pritchard

Jerry glanced down at the photograph in his hand, then back up again at the woman sitting alone at the back of the cafe.

There was a large slug crawling across her forehead. It oozed slime that dribbled down her nose and cheek.

All at once a blinding light coursed through the space. Jerry and the woman froze. And then a creature appeared, seemingly from the air itself.

The creature was wearing a red suit, and a pair of cherry red docs, and was carrying an old kerosene lantern.