Possibilities

Susan opened the package, curious that there was no return address (a shiver of dread and excitement accompanied her decision). Inside of the box was a diary, brand new and blank except for the first page. In a handwriting unfamiliar to her, the entry was dated today (as if the book's sender or the book itself knew exactly when it would arrive) and said, "I did not rise from my bed thinking that this day would be different from any other. I was not, in any way, prepared to find it pivotal. But Fate plays with fleeting time, liking the odd and beautiful curve ball. So be it." The bookmark used to flag the entry was an envelope that contained a single airline ticket - destination open, to be used anywhere in the world. It was in Susan's name, and there was no return passage provided. "What in the ... ," Susan whispered, her understanding finite, but the possibilities suddenly endless.