David couldn't believe what he was reading. Where did they even get the magazines to cut out the letters? Who does that? And the grainy picture? Why use a filter to make the face impossible to see? He knew who. His suspects were a couple of Gen-Xers.
"Mom! Dad! What did you do?" He typed into the group text. "Where's Fluffy?"
"With our hopes and dreams." Mom texted back.
"Along with your future." Dad followed.
David switched to video chat. "Stop being dramatic! Quitting my job is not a reason to break into my apartment and steal Fluffy."
"We have a key." Mom popped on the screen. "For emergencies," chimed in off-camera. "Like this," Mom finished.
"This is not an emergency! I already have another job starting Monday. Making more money."
"Oh, thank god," Dad squeezed on screen. "You may come and get Fluffy," Mom stated holding up the meowing cat. "Please," Dad leaned into the screen, "She won't shut up!"
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Prompt: Tell a story that begins with a ransom note.
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