You are listening to a Clarksrolled magazine podcast with your host and narrator, Kate Baker.

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can help us bring you this fantastic fiction, this podcast, the art and nonfiction each and

every month. So our third story for the month of September, issue 192, is titled Subsun

and is by Amal Singh. Amal Singh, who can be found at Amal Singh 18.wordpress.com, is

a screenwriter, author and a cat dad from Mumbai, India. While his cat silently judges him,

he can be seen drafting a novel or trying to bake brownies in a cooker. His short fiction

has appeared in venues like Apex Magazine, ClarksWorld, FNSF and Fantasy Magazine among

others. And if you like what you hear, please go back to a series of endings or a home

for Mrs. Bishwas. So my dear listener, I hope you can sit back, relax and let me tell you

a story. Everyone was on time, but the Subsun was late. Now, one had expected this from

the Subsun because he had always been the most responsible, the most thoughtful and the

most present. The Subsun walked with the weight of the family on his shoulders, never

hunching, never crumbling. The Subsun had always been there despite the fact that he wasn't

truly a son, rather the ghost of one. She won't go until he shows his face.

Shyam spoke, rubbing his thumb against his index finger, looking at his mother,

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