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.

Had he seen this woman before? She looked oddly familiar. Or perhaps he had never gotten to know her at all.

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.

The entity, a presence, an idea, more than a creature itself, laid before them. The air was thick, as though it could swallow the two of them whole in its tension. It was watching.