Angel: Fantasy

I wish I had an angel, he thought, as he stared up at the carved wooden faces peering benevolently down at the congregation. He looked sideways at his mom, where she sat in gray-haired, black-clothed dignity. Instead of a nagging harridan. He sighed. He knew as well as any that the only angels available in this town were the kind you rented for the night and watched your wallet around. The next evening, he took himself to angel street and picked the cleanest looking one of the lot. She had big eyes and white teeth and seemed clean enough, but when she stretched to take off her shirt, he saw needle pinpricks all along her back. "Whoa--

Inspiration: "Wish I Had An Angel" by Nightwish
Story Potential: Low
Notes: Meh. Been done.