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.

The air was filled with the scent of vanilla that engrossed his nostrils. As he flicked the photograph with his finger he thought to himself ,”how can this be? This photo was taken in 1788, but she’s sitting right there.”

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.

“Holy Toledo” Jerry screamed as he woke from his short lived slumber. “H H How did that get here, where did it come from?