Gerard DiLeo
Bio
Retired, not tired. In Life Phase II: Living and writing from a decommissioned Catholic church in Hull, MA. Phase I: was New Orleans (and everything that entails).
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Stories (495/0)
135 — Phase 1
"Know what your bitchy neighbor said, Joan?" Joan turned away from the stove. "No, Alexa. You mean Missy Hernandez?" "Who else!" Alexa said, displaying Missy's picture. "You know more than anyone the truth never catches up to the lies. She's told a doozy about you this time."
By Gerard DiLeoabout 23 hours ago in Fiction
- Top Story - May 2024
132 Irritation
Pearls are from irritation. Ask any oyster. Or when any guest outlasted their welcome. And I'm irritated. The irony is that while I use this concentric-layered aragonite and calcite to sequester my irritation, it just happens to be on the end of a pistol. To settle my discontent that began small as a grain. That milky white irony is now firmly within my grasp: purposeful, 45-calibred, and well-aimed. It is an iron-clad clasp that is clammy and sweaty.
By Gerard DiLeo5 days ago in Fiction
130 The Jury's Out
It was the trial of the millennium: the People of Natchitoches, LA, vs Josiah Rebuson. After the defense rested, the jury retired to deliberate. That was over 30 years ago. No hung jury. No mistrial. Not even an inability to agree on a verdict--just the inability to do it in a reasonable amount of time.
By Gerard DiLeo6 days ago in Fiction
128 [Ca(ClO)2]
The chlorine smell ignites my forebrain. Olfactory receptors fill; sensory waves coalesce into breakers, plunging me into an ocean of childhood. We adults scuttle our dry feet away from life's flow, but seldom follow its ebb. Children aren't afraid to get their feet wet.
By Gerard DiLeo8 days ago in Fiction