Jaime Freedman
Bio
I am a mom of four that spends my time dong laundry, taking care of small humans and in the five to ten minutes I have outside of that-trying to write. I love Selena and books and anything Whitney.
Stories (4/0)
Soothing
If he wandered away I may have been worried. But he didn’t wander in fact, I watched him walk away and head downstairs to the basement to play video games. A thing I had watched him do at least a few hundred times over the last year. The basement was secure. There was an old rickety door that was virtually impossible to open- I personally had not opened it in three or four years and the windows didn’t open much past 8 to 10 inches, there was no physical way for someone to crawl through them. An hour or two later when I was starting to feel hungry and I figured he needed lunch, I yelled down to him to come up and eat with me. I could hear the monotonous background news of the video game and I assumed he was still playing. That song is like background music in my head, the repeated tone going back and forth and then gaining a crescendo and then back down again. I hum it sometimes in the shower without even noticing that I am doing it.
By Jaime Freedman3 years ago in Fiction
The Poet on 23rd
“What up Ese? What’s hanging” Jorge and Jose clasp hands in a handshake that takes at least 73 seconds. I only know this because I have timed it. I have seen it done so many times that I started timing it every time I see them together. They average around 73 seconds every time, if they are in a big hurry they get it down to 65 but never lower. If they are feeling happy or maybe even high, it takes about 85 seconds and I can write a whole stanza in that time.
By Jaime Freedman3 years ago in Humans
