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Kat Beyer’s Cabal story “A Change In Government” has been nominated for a BSFA award for best short fiction.

Jason Fischer has a story appearing in Jack Dann’s new anthology Dreaming Again.

Susannah Mandel’s short story “The Monkey and the Butterfly” is in Shimmer #11. She also has poems in the current issues of Sybil’s Garage, Goblin Fruit, and Peter Parasol.

Luc Reid writes about the psychology of habits at The Willpower Engine. His new eBook is Bam! 172 Hellaciously Quick Stories.

The Diplomat Complains about Rice

by Kat Beyer

The Diplomat didn’t like rice. He told me why in the first village we stopped at, the first village that didn’t know my village had exiled me, and that didn’t call him “Gaia rat,”–the first village that feasted us instead.

He said that rice reminded him of growing up in the monastery back on Gaia. He was adopted into the monastery like many other hungry boys. There was little else to eat but rice.

“Earth was having some population problems,” he said, which was odd, because by now I knew that he called each thing what it was, and what had happened on Gaia had been a disaster. Maybe my village had feared that he brought the disaster with him.

“The rice was never very good. It always had maggots in it.”

I love rice, one of the few foods from Gaia that we like here. It’s an honor-food. But I hate maggots. Now I could understand.

“We were desperate for the protein, so that was not so bad.”

I didn’t understand again.

“Except for the boiling,” he went on. “I hated taking those little lives. It wasn’t their fault that they looked exactly like rice grains.”

He turned his bowl round in his hands.

“They reminded me of the soldiers always marching through. Soldiers like those little lives, caught up in a rice bag that wasn’t their fault.”

He paused.

“My metaphor is not good. Of course rice is a living thing as well. But for me eating rice is like eating grief.”

He had never complained about anything before. At last I ventured, “Then why, Elder, are you eating it now?”

Together we looked down the rice in our bowls, the honor-food of the feast.

“Surely they would make you another dish if they understood?” I pressed.

“On the other hand,” he said, “Maybe I need to learn to eat grief. Maybe I could do with more patience. Besides, they are only trying to be thoughtful. I wish to be a good guest.”

I wish to be a good guest. I have spun those words around and around in my mind many times since. Sometimes I wonder if I was exiled for being a bad guest in my own home, perhaps being ungrateful when I was fed something I didn’t like.

“The maggots and the memories aren’t their fault,” he added.

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One Response to “The Diplomat Complains about Rice”

  1. Luc Says:

    December 14th, 2007 at 4:20 pm

    Nicely done. I’m curious about the planet, the culture, about what happened in the past on Earth, about why this guy was exiled. The story stands well on its own, but I hope you’ll do more in this setting.