![]() This To, said one door and the other: Has Stop. Gradually she brought the four words into focus. She turned back to the writing, now only a foot or so away. Her stomach-slightly queasy much of the time-seemed to twist and shrink, as if trying to hide. And she noticed the bottles on the counter-three beer bottles, a jug of strawberry liqueur, and a two-liter bottle of white zinfandel. She could see now that there were four words, two per door. But as she tottered across the front hall, her eyes still strained. She couldn’t read them from where she stood. It was the light from this small bulb that illuminated the thick black letters scrawled across two cabinet doors. The bulb above the stove cast the same dim yellow light as the street lamps outside. “How can he even hear that?” she muttered to herself. He kept the volume so low when he watched television. If not for the blue glow under the door, she’d have thought he was sleeping. She could picture him, lying on his side, ankles crossed, head propped on one hand. ![]() The room settled as she took a breath.Ī thin blue line below the door to her right told her Rick was watching TV in their bedroom. First, she stood for a moment just inside the front door of her double-wide mobile home, one foot on the beige hall carpet and one on the recently laid tile entryway. ![]() She stumbled in late one evening and found the note, though she didn’t see it right away. We are excited to announce the winner of the August 2023 Chattanooga Writers' Guild Monthly Contest is LB Blackwell with the submission "Eye’s to See" and runner-up is Sherry G White with the submission "Sadie’s Secret." Eyes to See
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