Night Owls

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

He recognized her by face, but not by name. She worked with him, though he had never mustered the courage to talk to her.

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.

It was Jerry’s coworker, Larry. How predictable for him to make such a daring entrance. He always was flashy and garish.