A shadow fell over my doorway. A man of great width and stature stood, leaning down to look into my face. A pitiful scream erupted from my throut. I scrambled back and reached behind me for the brass doorknob, never taking my blue eyes off the giant of a man.
He reached his hand out for mine. A bead of salty sweat dripped from my forehead onto my shirt. Panic glistened in my eyes. His hand was an inch away from me. Just in time I pushed the door open and pulled myself in to the warm open house I call home.
I Felt safe. Realizing the man was outside, I decided to wait on the ground. …
