She’d warned the Montgolfier brothers about their hot air drone hanging about her back yard. Especially when she was sun bathing. In the nude. Next time, she’d get them where it hurt. Little did they know she was now the high altitude archery/ bayonet/rifle champion.

A short spurt of silliness for Strange Sunday microfiction challenge 2 hosted by Jane Dougherty. Painting by Pierre Puvis de Chavannes