The prompt for this piece: “… the hips and haws signal …”
The hips and haws signal that something really bad is about to happen. Like you’re parents attempting the Lambada at your school disco when both of them struggle doing something as simple as the macarena bad. And you know, you know it from the blood pounding in your ears to the weight of you stomach landing on your toes as it drops, there is nothing, nothing you can do. Beyond calling in the military your options are limited to standing there and watching the whole thing unfold before your eyes.
Nothing stops Grandad trying to pole vault the neighbor’s fence.
