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.

It was hard to accept that this woman held his fate in her hands so completely.

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 felt for the woman’s hand. She mumbled something but her speech was breathy and halting. Now he felt his own breathing become laboured. And then darkness.