(prompt: 'hot' April 30, 2021)

Flying wasn't even slightly odd to her now. Simply flap her arms with only a comfortable, flowing stroke. The umbrella helped. One of Mary Poppins' cast-offs, maybe? She chuckled.

Sailing upwards, Floreda passed a swarm of hot air balloons, lazily floating away; as misty clouds tickled her feet. Impossible! Except... in 2050, maybe?

Upover, Downunder, Sideways too.

Nothing can stop an angel like you.

The dedicated dolly with the magical brolly,

To doubt yourself now would be the worst folly.

Sail up lightning rods, against all the odds,

Think you can fly? It's in the lap of the gods.

Author's Note: Yes, yes... I know. You've seen some of this before. It's an excerpt, dears, and rewritten too. Besides which, it's 'Be Kind to Little Old Ladies' week... AGAIN!