Gerard DiLeo
Bio
Retired, not tired. In Life Phase II: Living and writing from a decommissioned church in Hull, MA. (Phase I was New Orleans and everything that entails. Hippocampus, behave!
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Stories (504/0)
88 Lunch Date at the Bloodbath & Beyond Bistro
They met as always, for lunch, at the Bloodbath & Beyond Bistro. It was their weekly ritual, and serial killers like them were all about rituals. They would meet n' eat and compare notes of their nefarious deeds of the week.
By Gerard DiLeo2 months ago in Fiction
87 Some Things Just Don't Add Up
In 1951, I was born. By 1954, I was 1/13th as old as my father. In 1964, I was 13 years old, 1/4 as old as him. Fractionally, I got a big jump on him. If you were to graph out my progress, you would see that ten years later, in 1974, I would be 1/3 as old as my father.
By Gerard DiLeo2 months ago in Fiction
86 One Step at a Time
What the hell did I step in? And barefoot! I was stepping spryly from footfall to the next, using my feet to only mobilize. But ambulation requires watching where one steps so spryly. It requires proprioception, knowing when joints above the feet go awry.
By Gerard DiLeo2 months ago in Fiction
85 All Good Things Must Come to an End
She'd finally gotten it all. Everything she'd always wanted. She was healthy, she was beautiful, and she had under her belt the three college degrees she had earned. Additionally, she was engaged to be married to the most eligible bachelor in the world, billionaire Peter Cloud, the CEO of Big Pharma who had invented the drug, Cloud-10™.
By Gerard DiLeo2 months ago in Fiction
84 Doublegängers
He was elderly and suffered from Parkinson, so he accepted the hallucinations along with his tremors and stiffness. Thus, when he saw his late wife doing dishes in the kitchen, he was unflustered. In fact, he enjoyed the scene, their lives together being a great love story. This time, however, would talk with her.
By Gerard DiLeo2 months ago in Fiction
82 Tail Wagging the Clown
"Would you like some candy, little girl? It's freeeeeeeeee!" Well versed in "stranger-danger," Macie was still caught off-guard by the one offering: a clown. An evil clown. The type of clown that makes the whole world ask, Who thought children would ever like clowns?
By Gerard DiLeo2 months ago in Fiction
81. Testicles at Half-Mast
"Strip and raise your testicles, inmate!" Stupid, uneducated. Angry-at-their-own-lives "correction" officers were either bullied as children or were the bullies. These Plan B humans are in charge of me now. They are angrier and more incorrect than the angry people they're correcting.
By Gerard DiLeo2 months ago in Fiction