Object in pocket

Darren gave me this classic prompt; There is a coat with a pocket. In that pocket is an object. What is it and what is it about to be used for?

There wasn't anything very special about the coat. I found it at a typical second hand store hanging beside other winter rejects. It was the color that actually caught my eye. It was crimson; the color of a dark pomegranate flower. The rich fabric lured me over and before I knew it the coat was purchased and hanging in my closet. I looked at it there for a day or two, sticking out like an injured thumb against my otherwise drab wardrobe of all black or tan items. Finally, I decided to return it, never realistically seeing myself wearing it. I should at least try it on once though, just for fun, I thought. I pulled it off the hanger and slipped my arms in. It fit nicely and I pulled it closed admiring myself in the mirror. I rarely saw myself in such a vibrant color. It looked good. I put my hands into it's deep pockets and twirled a bit. That was when I felt it. I didn't know what it was at first. I just felt a lump and realized something was sewn into the lining of one pocket. I explored it with my hand trying to determine what it could have been but I couldn't for the life of me figure it out. I took the coat off and laid it out on my bed, then I got out my fabric ripper from my sewing kit. The seems ripped easily and within moments I was able to reach it an retrieve the object. I pulled out a cylinder shape that had been wrapped over and over with tissue paper. I carefully unwrapped the layers, a little nervous about what I would find. I felt like I was uncovering someone else's secret and I wasn't supposed to find it. Finally I got to the last layer and holding my breath I carefully opened it revealing a long thin bone. Even though I was disgusted by it, I was also entranced and I picked it up, turning it around. I noticed something scratched into one side and I lifted the bone closer toward the light to see better. What I saw sent chills down my spine. Three letters precisely carved into the thin bone. B.I.H.
I dropped it on the bed and ran to the phone. I dialed the police station. "Hello, this is Brenda Harris. Brenda Inez Harris and I think I found a human bone."

The envelope was red...

The envelope was red and smelled like roses. Dane was suspicious about it the moment he retrieved it from his box. He worked in an all male school. Who was playing a trick on him, he wondered? His students and peers knew he was not the prankster kind of guy. It wasn't that he didn't have a sense of humor, he actually thought that he was a great prankster, but two years ago he was requested by the school board not to play any tricks on anyone. Truthfully it was less of a request and more of a condition to keep his job. He found the whole incident to be a tad overblown, but in the interest of avoiding more legal fees and risking his career and reputation, he resisted his urges. It didn't seem fair though that tricks could be played on him...how would he retaliate? He tapped the envelope against his palm thinking of what could be inside. His students were already shuffling into the classroom and he'd have to wait until after the bell to open it. It was driving him nuts!
Finally, 43 minutes later the last boy exited and Professor Dane (as his pupils called him), locked his classroom door and sat at his desk. He was careful opening it, not wanting to rip the paper. The strong scent of the cheap perfume assaulted his senses and he crinkled his nose as the flap opened up. Carefully he pulled out the card inside. He was annoyed by the little metallic hearts that dropped out onto his pants leg. He opened the cream card and leaned back in his chair to read. A slow smile spread across his face and he reread it, more slowly the second time. Huh, he thought, it wasn't a prank after all.

She woke up and opened a window...

This is just a basic story prompt. I don't have anything in mind but I'll see where it takes me. I'm giving myself about 15 minutes.

She woke up and opened a window in her bedroom. It was getting dark outside and the first stars were splaying out on the navy canvass. She was surprised to see stars, something so hopeful, when the rest of the world seemed so hopeless. The familiar wail of sirens screamed down the street and she heard a rude shout coming from the next house. With a sigh and heaviness, she closed the window and decided to endure the stuffy, hot house. Even though her t-shirt was already damp with perspiration, the heat was better than the calling cards of poverty heard outside. So as not to waste water, Jane dampened a wash cloth and dabbed at her neck and chest. She resentfully remembered when a shower was less of a luxury and more of a routine. The thought seemed to bring back smells of lavender and talcum powder that came from shampoo and deodorant. Who would have thought that you could take deodorant for granted? If she had only known, she would have been more sparing, less wasteful. She wouldn't have thrown away all those almost empty bottles and tubes just to clean out her vanity case. Hell, what did she have to be so vain about anyway? She laughed bitterly, thinking of the wasted time staring into a mirror and primping her body. She avoided mirrors these days. The only one she even owned was so dirty it only made your image look more depressed and sad. Or maybe it wasn't dirty, maybe she was dirty. Either way...it didn't really matter anymore.