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on: November 20, 2020, 12:18:40 AM
Escape Pod 757: The Sun From Both Sides (Part 1 of 3)

Escape Pod 758: The Sun From Both Sides (Part 2 of 3)

Escape Pod 759: The Sun From Both Sides (Part 3 of 3)

Author: R.S.A. Garcia
Narrator (Part 1): Maxine Moore
Narrator (Parts 2 & 3): Hollis Monroe
Host: S.B. Divya
Audio Producer: Adam Pracht

The Sun From Both Sides was first published by Clarkesworld Magazine in May, 2019.


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Once, a woman loved a man, and a man loved a woman.

They lived in a forest, in a small stone-grey hut, set far enough back from a river to escape the seasonal floods. Every day, they woke on a too-soft mattress and turned their faces to each other before they opened their eyes. Her smile would curve her lips as she lay her hand on his cheek, and he would sigh and nuzzle her palm.

Then they would roll away and sit up on either side of the low bed and push their feet into their shoes.

Days were short and cool, or long and hot, but there was always something to do. Firewood to chop, the roof to repair, a garden to tend. They carried out their chores accompanied by his tuneless humming, and when she looked at him, he always knew. They would pause, gazes locked as they took a breath, hands wiping sweaty foreheads, or resting on bent knees, before they both went back to what they were doing.

Nights were for dinner, and fireside reading, and sitting with their shoulders touching on the wooden swing-bench outside the creaky front door as they stared up at the patches of sky visible between the swaying branches. He would use his legs to push them back and forth slowly while she sat with her knees drawn up. Sometimes she let her head rest against his neck, and sometimes he put his head in her lap. Other times, he would play his flute while she lay her hand on his chest and her head on his shoulder. If she fell asleep, he would carry her inside without waking her.

When they fought, with air sucked through teeth, hands on hips and narrowed eyes, it was usually over small things, like whose turn it was to clean up. But they made up quickly, with soft kisses, fingers interlaced as they walked, and bodies entwined at night.

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Listen to Part 3.

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