Our house was broken into last week and though my silver jewelry was stolen I can't help but think that this is one of the great writing prompts of all time.
Here's what happened: We were in Montana and our friends Beatrice and Tom were housesitting and taking care of Nelson. Beatrice had made a quiche for dinner, then went to meet Tom for lunch and to run errands. She returned a few hours later to find the quiche on the kitchen table half eaten, plus a jar peanut butter and jam with spoons in them. She thought maybe a rude family member of ours had visited but then she discovered a back door open and odd things misplaced. She got scared, collected Nelson, and called the police who arrived on the scene and declared it a residential burglary - though no one was sure what had been taken.
When we got back last night I discovered that all my silver jewelry was missing. I also discovered that a pillow on my bed had no pillowcase (but nothing was ransacked) – the pillowcase had been carefully removed to carry off my jewelry.
Here's the writing prompt: a character breaks into a house. Why on earth does this person feel comfortable enough to go into the fridge and eat half a quiche? And then find the peanut butter and jam? How did they deal with the dog in the house? Why were they so careful not to mess up the pillows on my bed?