Gerard DiLeo
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Retired, not tired. Hippocampus, behave!
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253 Hanging by a Thread. Top Story - September 2024.
I made my bed and slept in it. I insisted on a thread count of 500, at least. And none of that two-ply stuff. I felt I deserved it. I wanted the finer things in life, and I achieved them per every square inch. I slept well. As I slept on, day after day, year after year, and epiphany after epiphany, I self-educated on the important things in life in my night-by-night respite.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
251 Boots on the Ground
His boots trudged over grains of sand which began as boulders—monoliths of strength and bravado—each a memorial obelisk to some victory to come, envisioned by the ones who conscripted the marchers and fitted them into their boots. These memorials were meant to outlast the memories of soldiers and politicians, despots and leaders, wolves and sheep. Yet, memorials stand impermanently, worn down by the endless boots on the ground.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
246 — From The Beautiful People, Admissions Dept.
It was finally coming, the long-awaited response from my application to The Beautiful People. It's a high bar, but if accepted, becoming one of The Beautiful People is my ticket to media darling-ship (darlings-hip), clickbait, and the new raison d'être, influencing. Likes and reposts. I'd matter.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Small Change
At the bottom of the Spanish Steps sat little Yolanda Bologna. She was seven years old. She sat as she had, daily, with her legs folded under each other quite unnaturally, making it obvious to anyone who passed her that she had been born this way. Yolanda didn't speak. She only held out a tin cup for the tourists who were checking off another must-see on their Rome adventure. For the Spanish Steps, Yolanda Bologna was just part of the scene, part of that adventure.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Psyche
245 Spare Change
A child no older than six or seven, her legs were folded under each other unnaturally. It was obvious she had been born this way. She didn't speak. She only held out a tin cup for the tourists who were checking off another must-see on their Rome adventures.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
244 of 366 (2/3 through!): Death Unawareness
One in five dead people don't know they're dead. This is a startling statistic. Death Awareness, or specifically, recognition of the lack thereof, is a common affliction, making the living uneasy but the dead feel foolish.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
