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.

It was her, on the picture. She looked exactly the same in every single way. Jerry was considering standing up to ask if it was her, but that would have looked very creepy.

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.

What was this beast? Was it here to hurt that woman, or Jerry? All Jerry new was to grab the woman by the hand and sprint out of the coffee shop immediately, no looking back.