Doreen's last name

Doreen has a last name, but you'll forget it before too long, so let's just leave it off.  And though we won't bother with her last name, we'll point out that she did have a life.  And it was worth having and living.  She might have done better with it, lived a little harder, loved more.  But she lost it.  It was the I DID IT, though, that brought hers to an "already?" end.

Doreen wasn't a dreamer.  Normally.  She didn't look to a horoscope or the shape her tea leaves took.  She thought things through, normally coming to the same conclusion her mother would have, had she been there.

But that day was unnaturally spring-like; the air reeked of change.  And change, sad to say, wasn't in her plans, not for a long time yet.  This isn't to say she didn't have dreams of change; of easy smiles, of great men, and new, unique experiences.  Doreen was passionate, but disciplined, and so when these ideas seeped in, they were summarily pumped out.  With a sigh.

But the I DID IT was an affirmation, an echo of her soul's whimper.  It said she could dream those dreams, that they were not a waste, and that all work and no play made Doreen a dull boy.

So she did it.  She logged off, snatched up her purse, and marched out the door.

And the next time she was seen, in an official, on-the-radar sort of way, it was by an early morning jogger on the trail that goes by Lake Austin.

And she had a hole in her forehead, punched through by God knows what.

Though, that's not exactly what the coroner had to say about it.  What he did say, however, was that death was instantaneous.  The facial expression supported that; she was "downright peaceable lookin'".