This week's drabble challenge is upon us! This is challenge #16, which makes 4 months of drabbles, which I think is just the bee's knees, as the youth say.

I had to check to see if we'd done this one yet, because my memory is for shit. But we haven't. So....

Challenge #16 is: doors. (The judges will also accept doorways, door frames, and, for Deb only, The Doors.)

You MUST include the word "red" somewhere in the drabble. Bonus points for people who don't feature an actual red door (or the Red Door Salon).

Go drabble, and don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out....

Maybe this time I'll finally finish the drabble that started off with someone opening the door, keys in hand. Then she saw broken glass on the floor.

Wonderful drabble, Teppy.

wrod...I was just glooming up natter, or I'dve said so earlier.

For Teppy. 100 words precisely.

1970 San Francisco: Backstage

He's got the gyrate thing going on, red leather pants, the tops of his hipbones showing. His hair's moving all over the place. His voice is whiskey and gravel.

"Before you slip into unconsciousness..."

I'm backstage, watching, bemused. I'm there with the other act on the Fillmore poster, local San Francisco. These LA guys, the Doors? Too much. And Morrison? He's hotter than fuck, but reptillian, too. They ought to call him Lizard King.

"...I'd like to have another kiss..."

Suddenly, I get it. Passing thought, of yanking down those leathers, seeing what he's made of.

Light my fire? Uh-huh.

drabble

The viewing for my father at the funeral home. Two days of socially required masochism. I wander, unable to cope with my family's grief, unwilling to have my own on display.

At the end of the hallway is a sliding door. It's been closed, but now it's slightly open. The curiosity I inherited from my father sends me to look through.

Not an office. Metal table. Linoleum floor. Counters with bottles and jars. Cabinets with medical instruments.

"Can I help you?"

The voice is kind, but I blush scarlet anyway. One of the funeral directors, recognizing me as Family.

"I--was just--"

He puts his hand on the door. "If you'd like to see--"

"No!"

He hesitates,nods, and closes the door.

Whoa. Connie, tres powerful.

I've been having nightmares about that door for 20 years.

You must have really been freaked during "The Body". I'm so sorry. That's one of those horror moments and when they show up suddenly? Ugh.

I've seen "The Body" once, finding several reasons to find out what was going on in the kitchen.