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.

She had been sitting there, staring at him since he’d come in. Who was she, he wondered, and why was she staring at him like that?

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 blinked furiously, trying to clear his vision. As they would around him came back into focus he couldn’t believe his eyes. A tiny humanoid, seemingly made of fire, stood mere feet away from him and it was looking straight at him.