"Say, where's Jim?"
"There's only three of us now, Robby. Don't you remember? Jim's been gone over 40 years."
"Oh, that's right! Just like poor Otis."
"True. Actually, there's only two of us now. Ray died earlier this year as well."
"Oh, gee, that's right. Then why are there three doors here?"
"Because this was the last picture of us, Robby, taken just this spring."
The picture prompt for this week's Friday Fictioneers gave me the opportunity to cheat a bit with this post and bring it in at a scant 65 words, and also to pay a small tribute to Ray Manzarek, who passed away this spring, whose keyboards were as responsible for the unique sound of the Doors as Jim Morrison himself.
Now I want to tell all the people to click here for the posts of the other Fictioneers which are bound to touch you, babe and light your fire right until The End.
Okay, goodbye, I love you, and I'll try for a real story next week!