no one thought she would be the one
to commandeer the hot air balloon.
A puff of powder white hair,
owl eyes created by oversized spectacles,
artfully creased skin.
The epitome of childhood memories,
chocolate chip cookies
and gingerbread houses.
The grandmotherly stereotype oozed,
forming a persona as unshakable
as the gun in her hand.
From her thin lips
a single command was issued,
‘Take me to the doily factory.’