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.

Brown hair, tied in a ponytail, typing fast. She sips her coffee as the waitress places a blueberry muffin at her table.

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 screamed like he were actually there. Like all of it actually had happened. It was a hot summer night and hours earlier his father had passed away. 32 left his wife a widow and his child fatherless.