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.

Despite being weeks apart, Ms Laurent looked vastly different. She, and her infantry of surgeons, tried desperately to restore her face. However, it would take Ms Laurent years to recover what was shattered in a few minutes.

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.

Its bulbous shape lunged for food. Jerry could hear the wet gasps of torn flesh and a shriek of pain. To his right, his companion was gone.