Hailee Wolf

55%
Flag icon
He replaced this jar and picked up the red paint. He brought this over to me, held it up, cupped between his hands. This time he spoke the words emphatically.   “Oh red, angry paint. Oh paint that scowls. Oh blood so red. Oh hate. Oh mad. Oh fear. Oh noisy fights and smeary red. Oh hate. Oh blood. Oh tears.”
Dibs: In Search of Self
Rate this book
Clear rating
Open Preview