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 couldn’t be. Could it? She looked just right, down to the way she held herself, but his mother hadn’t been seen in a decade.

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.

Typical. Right when he found her, she evaded him again. Jerry could feel every eye in the room on him, but he had bigger things to worry about.