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.

She pursed her supple lips to blow on the steaming hot tea. The scent of all natural green tea managed to travel all the way across the room and into Jerry’s nostrils. He smiled and stood up. “Excuse me ma’am, may I sit down?” Jerry inquired. “I don’t see why not.” she replied.

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.

Jerry reached for his revolver. “Can you understand me? … Identify yourself!” Jerry shouted. -WHACK!-