“Delicious! Best I’ve ever tasted.” proclaimed my host, the Emperor of Japan.
I almost puked just looking at those frothy, deep-fried, tempura caterpillars and their egg sacks. Yet the media would have had a ball with the diplomatic backlash.
My brain went into overdrive trying to concoct some way of getting out of the pickle in which I found myself. I’d even trade these delicacies for a bottle of those nasty dills my mother-in-law bottled and sent us every month.
And then, all eyes were on my cleavage where insects and dribble had settled.
“Tantalizingly delicious!!!” exclaimed the Emperor, drooling.
Photo courtesy of Madison Woods…for Friday Fictioneers.