by Katya Klise
I’m looking into a pair of sea-blue eyes. Flashing, discerning, and searching. Time and space, well, I assume they’re still intact. I could be wrong. What are we doing? Good Lord, I don’t even know. Something mundane. No, wait. There’s a purpose to this. It’s a program. He’s handing me a program. I’m here for a play. It’s ironic, isn’t it? I’m supposed to be here with my boyfriend, but, as usual, he’s far out in front of me, probably because he’s noticed the slinky blonde with the plunging neckline. My boyfriend has promised that he always comes back to me after his mind wanders, but there’s a pair of blue eyes telling me that it won’t matter for much longer, that everything is about to change.
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Katya Klise attends Southeastern Louisiana University where she is currently a Junior and a consistent addition to the President’s List. She is majoring in English with a concentration in Creative Writing. Her ambition is to be the next Leo Tolstoy, albeit female; however, she will be content with an eighteenth of his genius. Miss Klise has a fondness for blue eyes, particularly those of her loving boyfriend.