Kim Chinquee

At the pump, she bickered over prices. Her baby sucked, all buckled.
She went and paid, thinking of how it could be simpler. Her card had hit the max.
Lumps had thickened in her skin, which she figured she deserved. She had thought she could finally buy better things.
She got back to the car. How dumb was it to leave your baby? The baby was still sucking, tucked.
She drove a long way.