Warm boots, lined with fur. A thorough cleaning and #polish keeps them good as new. Good for running from enemies. And demons.
Demons aren't enemies, exactly. They don't hate you or want to kill you, merely drag you to hell and steal your soul. Sometimes they just give you the slightest push towards evil, sufficient to get you to do that thing that you shouldn't.
I don't mean something naughty, but something really bad: punch that irritating fellow. Steal those warm boots that were your neighbour's only pair, leaving her stranded at home when there's snow on the ground.
But if you have warm boots, as I was saying, you can run from the demon and avoid the trap. Of course, if you had to steal the boots to begin with, you've already lost, I suppose. And that's the pickle I find myself in.
#polish #microfiction #MastoPrompt #winter