Karie Clark

Sunlight fractures through stained-glass wings as Karie floats just above the cobblestones, bare feet trailing shimmering dust. Her white afro glows like halo-fire; pink nails tap a rhythm on her thigh. A stray pigeon lands on her shoulder—she winks. The air hums with unspoken magic, thick as honey and twice as sweet. “Alright, world—let’s rewrite the rules before breakfast.”