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.

He stood up and strolled up to her. His palms began to sweat, as he’d never done this before. He opens his mouth, but no words come out.

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 wings were the color of worn tar, and it’s body the size and shape of a giant fish. It’s head lowered toward a young waitress, who had dropped cups of coffee due to her fright. Flashing fangs appeared, and the woman was no more.