Angel Whelan
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Angel Whelan writes the kind of stories that once had her checking her closet each night, afraid to switch off the light.
Finalist in the Vocal Plus and Return of The Night Owl challenges.
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No Prince Charming
Everything about him spelled trouble. We see his type all the time at the restaurant; cocky young men in pastel-colored polo shirts, wearing their white male privilege as casually as the designer jacket draped over their shoulders. His winter tan spoke of Daddy’s vacation lodge at Aspen, his gold Rolex deliberately oversized and gaudy. I could sense the waitresses tensing as they watched to see where he was seated, knowing to expect lewd remarks and paltry tips if they were the unlucky winner of tonight’s douchebag lottery. He ran a hand through his bleach blonde highlights, flashing an expensive and predatory smile at the hostess. She gestured him towards the bay window, our prime date night seating area. I wondered if he’d slid her a twenty, or whether he’d just namedropped her into submission.
By Angel Whelan5 years ago in Humans
