Once upon a time I was in a writing group that met each month to read out and talk over stories. Mainly we drank coffee and tea and ate merangues. However, the excuse for our friendly meetings was that we were writing stories based on a reasonably random line from one of the books we had with us. We were all great readers. Over the course of the month we wrote our stories and so had our excuse to meet again in the genteel coffee lounge of the old hotel we were so fond of.
Ok. So we were fond of the old hotel because we had been to so many Science Fiction conventions there.
Here's a prompt to be going on with:
"Light the kettle!"