Fields of Clover

He wailed and she said, “Shhh,” out there, in the country, running with her jogger. Her baby usually liked those grand excursions: her running off and through the town with old brick homes and pubs, traveling what the locals called the footpaths. Her baby’d laugh and she would push him: over the bridge, along the river, past that place with pansies. It was spring and her baby wouldn’t stop wailing. She held him; moving halfway.

Kim Chinquee is the author of Oh Baby (Ravenna Press), the forthcoming Pretty (White Pine Press), and is co-editor of Best Online Writing 1996- 2006: Best of the First Ten Years (Snowvigate Press). She lives in Buffalo, New York.