The door was wide open.
She never had that screen installed and cursed herself for it now. Nothing stood between them. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?”
She shifted, torn, wondering if she should relent or fight. Quickly dismissing her chances winning, she thought of running. How far could she get? Her eyes darted to the back slider, the yard beyond stretching into dense woods.
“It’s cold out here. You going to make me push my way past you?”
“What? Oh, sweetie, you caught me off guard,” she smiled, shield up. “Come in, please. What a pleasant surprise.”
April 10, prompt: Face Shield – In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that declares, shield your face.