Previously
Her eyes gravitated towards the sunscreen sitting on the bedside table and an evil grin spread across her face.
Joey was as pasty and pale as his hair was ginger. He wore that stuff slathered on him day in, day out. That would be the first. The first of many items that demanded her vengeful touch.
Her grin widened.
The reign of Jenny would now begin. It was her time to shine.
Part One - It All Began With a Knitting Needle - prompt: knitting needle
Part Two - Coffee is Required - prompt: coffee mug
Part Three - "No. Cow." - prompt: desk calendar
Part Four - This Means War - prompts: shawl and backwoods
Part Five - A Vengeful Touch - prompt: sunscreen
Her mind whirled, trying to think of something, anything, to do to or with Joey's sunscreen.
Mashed potatoes.
Jenny blinked. She didn't know where that voice came from but it had a good idea! For dinner last night they'd had chicken nuggets with a giant pile of mashed potato... except, Joey had distracted her with an ice cream witch's hat and she had put too much milk in with the potatoes. It was as slush. Past the thick stage, past the creamy stage, and straight into the runny goopy gross stage.
It was the perfect substitute for sunscreen.
But it didn't smell like sunscreen.
Coconut oil.
"Good thinking, random voice," Jenny whispered.
Racing to the kitchen, she grabbed the disgusting bowl of liquid potato, threw in half a jar of coconut oil, then ran back to Joey's room and squeezed all of the sunscreen into a random bowler hat he had sitting by the bed.
Tearing the lid off the bottle, she dribbled in her mashed potato and coconut oil concoction and the evil grin returned to her face as she closed it up and put it back where it belonged.
Strike one, the unknown voice purred.
The floorboards creaked and Jenny bolted upright. Surely Joey wouldn't have come back inside so quickly after witnessing her rage. Or maybe he would. He probably assumed she was having a shower to wash off all this orange gunk and was preparing to torment her as she stepped out of the bathroom.
She glanced at the bed and smirked. She had kind of washed it off. In her own way.
Footsteps shuffled along the hallway.
"Crap," she mouthed. "He can't catch me yet!"
Her eyes darted around the room, passed all sorts of weird paraphernalia he must've bought off ebay without her noticing, then landed on a pair of skiis.
There's your escape.
"If you say so, random voice."
She leapt over the orange-spattered bed and grabbed the skiis, buckled them onto her feet, and as Joey opened his bedroom door Jenny grabbed the bowler hat, flung the sunscreen in an arc towards him, then skiid out of the room.
"Wooooooooooooo!" she shouted as the sunscreen she slid on turned into orange paint and out the door she went.
She hadn't been skiing since she was a kid, but it turned out it was a skill one never lost. A lot like riding a bike.
Hullo! It's Day 814 of @mariannewest's five minute #freewrite and I have a double freewrite for you today! 😃 Using Saturday's prompt of -- mashed potatoes -- for the first one and today's prompt of -- skiing -- for the second one.
Each one was written in five minutes using the eggtimer website, and I didn't bother with a tidy up today. Spent too much time looking for a suitable header image.
You can find today's challenge -- AND JOIN IN!! -- at the following link:
@mariannewest/day-814-5-minute-freewrite-sunday-prompt-skiing
Today's header image is CC0 and courtesy of Pixabay.