Meagan Lucas

Flash Fiction Friday: Fuck You, Warren

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Catherine looked in the mirror and wondered if the red lipstick was too much. So far from her pale pink, she didn’t look like herself. Pressing her lips together, she pushed them out in a pout. She was turned on looking at her own lips, parting them, letting a tiny sliver of wet tongue peek through. Red was something she never wore for Warren, not since they’d been married. Not in ten years. He didn’t like it. He didn’t want her to mark him, thought it cheap. That’s probably why…read more

Flash Fiction Friday: Couch Shopping

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Their tax refund had finally arrived and there were a thousand things he wanted, but she Just. Wanted. A. Fucking. Couch. They’d been sitting on camping chairs for nearly a year now. In the beginning they could pretend it was convenient. Sit wherever you’d like! Even the fabric mesh cup holders were a lovely bonus. Don’t worry about the pooch knocking over your beer! Now, they were an impossible to clean reminder, filled with wet crumbs and dog hair. The chairs were minimally comfortable and noisy. Don’t fucking move! The…read more

Grieving on Paper

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Spring 2015 I lost a friend. Many of you reading this lost him too. When I heard of his passing I felt guilty – there is much that I could have done differently. Then I felt angry – the system failed him. Then I just felt sad, and lost, and so very, very old. It felt like no one here understood. I found myself uncontrollably angry at my father for asking how my friend died. WHAT DOES THAT MATTER? I thought. He’s gone. What does it matter how, or why….read more

Scotch Tape, Super Glue, and Hope

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Sometimes stories are your own, they stem from somewhere inside you, are born from your experience or your dreams. Sometimes stories are adopted heartbreak, an attempt to understand, to carry some of the burden, to cover the wound. This is one of those stories. Please visit the following link to read my story at Dime Show Review: Scotch Tape, Super Glue, and Hope by Meagan Lucas

A Mouthful of WIP

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Another piece of my Work in Progress for your consideration. If you need to catch up: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 Shirley and her husband Richard were sitting at a six top with another older couple. While Shirley was the perfect southern belle, two decades past her prime with her platinum blonde bouffant, and frosted pink lipstick, the other woman wore her hair in a short, tightly curled cap, and her mouth was a severe line. ┬áThe men at the end of the table were indistinguishable from…read more