“The alate horse is obviously not a unicorn, but a pegasus…idiot!” screamed Lady Mendl at her toddler son. “Now leave me be so I can prune this Skittles tree of its candy before I toss you out myself!”
–Cindy Capleton
What I miss most about my old neighborhood are the crackheads punctuating the streets at their corners, imagining themselves alate magicians soaring to the sky but in reality remained flightless on the sidewalk, unknowingly pruning the shrubs outside my window every time they flapped their “wings.”
-Gladys Potter
Secret Touchings 
Fitzsimmons flew in at five past nine – alate comer. Remnants of a prune danish betrayed his claim of leprosy.