A review by joyride
Tentacle by Rita Indiana

4.75

With his vision clouded with the hot smell of blood, which was beginning to clot in the faraway pasture, he reached for the Cadmium Red, squeezing the tube of Winsor & Newton straight onto the brush like toothpaste. (88)

Not perfect and a little hard to understand, but was so strange and impeccably written that my guts shifted around a little.