The Ransom #AmWriting

Task: Write a scene which starts with a ransom note

Response:
YOU HAVE UNTIL 3PM ON WEDNESDAY TO DELIVER. 

I read and re-read the note. It made no sense. I didn't have £1million. I barely had a tenner to spare. There was no money in my family, I didn't own property, and my savings had taken a real hit recently, but even before, wouldn't have stretched that far. I wondered who the note was really for - what kind of person could get that much ash together in 48 hours. 
      And then there was the question of the dog. Now, I would never want to see any harm done to an animal, but I sure as hell don't want one living in my house. I don't own a dog. Certainly not one worth a million! I'd have pass the whole thing off as someone's idea of a sick joke, but there had been a dog collar nailed, with the letter, to my door when I got home after work last night. And it had a name tag on it. 
And a phone number.

Never Judge A Book #amwriting

She hated going home on Wednesdays. Not because she hated being at home, but because the latest round of budget cuts had meant that they now closed at 3pm on Wednesdays. Apparently, no one wanted to read or research after 3pm in the middle of the week, and so the decision was made. Dullham Library was closed, literary pursuits were prohibited, on a Wednesday afternoon. Sylvia was initially worried about the cut in her pay, but they had been able to work around it. They had dropped a 'brand level' in the supermarket, and agreed that they didn't really need two cars. Sylvia's had been the car to go of course. Which meant that Wednesday afternoons were now a hellish 45 minute commute on the number 37 bus, which just happened to be the bus which was used by dozens of the local kids on their way home fro school. They were so... feral. That was the only word she could think to describe them, as yet another kick reached her kidneys through the back of the seat. She sighed. Only another 4 stops.