Meagan Lucas

Taking Care of Business

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My Professor asked us to write a 350 word piece featuring a working class protagonist. So often writers only write about writers, or superheroes, or spies. I enjoyed this assignment, this is my attempt: Rob stared at the melons. Their shape was pleasing. The symmetry of the stack comforted him. The produce department was cool, the temperature helped him think. His phone vibrated in his pocket like a swarm of bees. It could be any number of people calling: his boss, the store manager; or his boss’s boss, the district…read more

Old is In Now

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Nick was drowning in sound in the wide open restaurant. Noise bounced off cement floor and echoed in the beams of the high ceiling. Claustrophobia suffocated him despite the grandeur of the space. Across the table his Grandfather, squinting, was holding the menu three inches from his face. “Take Grandpa for lunch,” his mother demanded. “He never gets out of that home. Go to the old diner he likes.” But Nick had been lured by craft beer and molecular gastronomy. “I’m going to show him something new,” he’d said. He…read more

Prayer Chain

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Kate’s key stuck in the lock. She wiggled it while she bumped the door with her knee and then her hip. “Nan! I’m here!”she called, looking around for a clear horizontal surface to put down the grocery bag. Knick-knacks, pictures, and bits of paper littered the room. She cleared a spot on the kitchen table with her elbow and set it down. She patted her still flat belly, she was excited to tell her grandmother the news. “Katherine! Oh, it’s so good to see you.” Nan said, wrapping Kate in…read more

Not Speaking

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The phone rang with an aggressive jangle that sent Wendy’s heart racing. Nightly, when it sounded, she was reminded how ridiculous it was to even have a home phone these days. Everyone used a cell. But, there was something about the weight in her hand, the old smooth plastic, thicker than they made plastic now. But her attachment was more than just its physical presence in her space, the shiny red plastic paper weight on the corner of her desk. It was the memory of the phone on the wall…read more

Cola Colored Bubbles

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I was asked once which elements of fiction I thought were the most important in my work. I thought the answer was easy: character and theme. The goal of my work is always to comfort and disturb. You need a strong character to create a connection with a reader, and you need a strong theme to leave them with something, (questions, answers) once the story is over. She said: “I’ve read your work. I think you’re unaware of the emphasis on place, setting, in your writing.” My favorite writers use…read more