Meagan Lucas

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

A Sailor Ashore

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Stepping into her parents house for the first time in five years, Millie could feel the walls vibrating, energy pulsing, lights humming on top of her head. Her bones ached for the peace of her cabin, it’s quiet and dark, the wood and cloth that felt more like the skin of a friend than furniture. Her dad took her coat while she looked for a mat on which to place her big boots. “Oh, we don’t need to take our shoes off,” he said, as she looked with horror at…read more

Flash Fiction Friday: Heat

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Yellow shone through the blinds, his silhouette a black hole in the middle. Hot light poured a puddle on the floor as he stuck his finger between the slats and pulled down. She was naked on the couch, wrapped in the only blanket. If she turned her head just right she could see the v of muscle cutting across his abdomen. She could feel the heat baking the asphalt through the cheap glass. She remembered the tingle of midday rays on her bare shoulders as she’d moved across that parking…read more