Shackled
Frankie and Vince strode by the sea, their hands held.
A stranger hissed. “Poor creatures. They sold their souls to Satan.”
Frankie glanced. The woman's ankles and wrists were shackled to a prison wall.
He chuckled. “Seems you’ve sold yourself to God. Hun, I’ll be the one praying for you.”
Prompt: Soul
Writer: Jeremy Mifsud
Photo: Kaley Dykstra on Unsplash