Zoe Becker

Gracie Webber

Jerry glanced down at the photograph in his hand, then back up again at the woman sitting alone at the back of the cafe.

Her hair was much shorter than it was when he last saw her; her golden curls dangling at her shoulders.

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.

They both expected the creature to lunge at their throats but instead it circled around the lake before them.