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.

“Where did you get this?” “First you tell me who it is and then I’ll tell you where it came from.”

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.

He rubbed the photograph. Tears welled. “It’s my parents. This was their wedding day. I thought I lost it.”