Meagan Lucas

Drowning Slowly – The End

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The soft green walls and the elevator music were irritating Ben. He had been sitting in the waiting room chair for over a half hour, surrounded by very pregnant or very old women, and Becca was late. He looked at his phone again. I had been over a week since he had heard from Jennifer. More than two since he had seen her. Her last message wasn’t promising. Actually, to anyone else it was probably a death blow. “I can’t do this anymore.” She said. But somehow he felt like…read more

Drowning Slowly – Part 9

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Jennifer’s heart was beating wildly and she tried to calm it as she passed through the automatic doors. They caught on a bump in the stiff, rubber backed rug and the thwack sound startled her like a shot. She had realized as she walked across the grey parking lot, pulling her sweater closer around her and pushing the shopping cart with Henry bundled in it a little quicker, that he could be watching her that very second. The idea made her heart skip and her stomach tumble and now that…read more

Drowning Slowly – Part 8

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There were always stragglers. Class had been over for fifteen minutes and yet Ben still wasn’t alone. Two of his students were standing in the window, drawing pictures in the fog that their breath created on the cool glass. He was frustrated, frustrated that their parents paid him for an hour of his time and yet consistently took more every week. Frustrated that his day was supposed to be over and he was supposed to be on his way to a hot shower and a cold beer, and he was…read more

Drowning Slowly – Part 6

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The pattern in the texture of Ben’s cubicle wall was very soothing. He liked to lay his head down on the desk and let his eyes unfocus on the blue/grey stripes and boxes. He bet that no one else even knew that there were stripes and boxes. You had to be up really close, and kind of cross your eyes to be able to see them, but they were there. His breath was creating little fans of condensation on the desk in front of him, he liked how they would…read more

Drowning Slowly – Part 5

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Jennifer took a sip out of her giant wine glass. It was one of the fancy, mouth blown, huge bowl kind. It was beautiful. Jennifer didn’t have the heart to tell her host that it was the wrong type of glass for white wine, besides bigger is better at these things. It was her neighborhood book club and this month they were at Amanda’s house. Jennifer had a love/hate relationship with book club. She loved the reading. Unlike some of the other members, finishing the book was never a problem,…read more