TITLE: Shimmering Angels
GENRE: YA Paranormal
I’ve seen them before, the men with wings.
As long as I can remember, the men whose white wings sparkled opaquely and glimmered in the sunlight walked about town the same as the rest of the population, blending in eerily well—only because, so far, I seemed to be the only person who could see the abnormalities protruding from their backs.
A plastic cup bounced off the black and white checkered floor and the noisy diner flared to life. Waitresses scrambled to take orders, shouting over some of the louder patrons, exhausted parents wrestled with their children to eat their runny eggs, and a table of college kids sprinted toward the door without stopping to pay for their meal.
Yes, men with white wings were occasional, but the man across the room was different. His were black, with the rainbow-like sheen of an oil slick.
Could he be real? My feet slid under me and I stepped out of the booth, toward the man.
“Sweetie?” A woman called. I didn’t listen, didn’t falter, didn’t take my eyes off the strange angel. “Sweetie.” Her fingers folded across my arm, jetting my attention in her direction. “Are you still interested in the job?”
“Job?” Bewilderment etched behind my eyes and my ponytail slapped the lobes of my ears as I turned toward her.
The woman’s head tilted slightly. “The waitress job you asked about. I sat you and your friend down, gave you hot chocolates, and told you I’d be back in five minutes.”