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Ria Voros

Ria Voros is a middle grade and YA author, teacher, presenter and obsessive reader. She loves her family, the planet and dessert, most often in that order, and can be found eating ice cream on the beach with her husband and two kids in Victoria, BC, Canada.

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Nobody's Dog

Nobody's Dog

edition:eBook
also available: Paperback
tagged : dogs
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From Nobody's Dog:

We walk to the next intersection, which is a main road. A car whips past. Chilko stops at the edge of the sidewalk but I grab his collar anyway. Something's got me by the collar too. It's the twitchy-spine feeling, stronger now, making me want to leave and stay at the same time. I glance at the street sign: Keith Road and Lynnmouth Avenue. A car speeds past, sprays water from its windshield, even though it hasn't rained in weeks. Drops hit my face. As it drives away, I see the glass cleaner spray up, windshield wipers thudding back and forth. The sound is loud in my ears even though the car is long gone: the steady beat in the upside-down car, seatbelt holding in my breath.

My brain switches off, turns on again, and I'm there. Everything is wet and sticky and dark. Someone moans. I can't tell if it's me or not.

Something brushes my hand, something soft. Fur. A car honks, brakes squeal. I look up and I'm in the middle of the intersection. It's a dark, warm night, stuffy air in my throat. Chilko's beside me, waiting for my next move, but I can't seem to make my legs take a step.

"You need help, kid?" The driver of a blue truck has stopped behind us. He's a couple of metres away, headlights shining in my face.

I shake my head. My voice doesn't work.

"Then could you get out of the road?"

My hand finds Chilko's fur. He moves forward and somehow I follow. We make it to the other side and the cars drive on behind us.

I lean into a scraggly hedge that itches my neck. This is it. Was it. The accident happened here. It's just a street like the others. No one would ever know.My knees wobble under me. I thought I'd feel lighter, happier, finally able to breathe, but I just feel . . . more unsure. What happened here? J asks. Why did he crash the car? He always said keep it between the ditches, but he couldn't. Why not? From inside my head, a memory whispers, because of you.

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Nobody's Dog

Nobody's Dog

edition:Paperback
also available: eBook
tagged : dogs, friendship
More Info
Excerpt

From Nobody's Dog:

We walk to the next intersection, which is a main road. A car whips past. Chilko stops at the edge of the sidewalk but I grab his collar anyway. Something's got me by the collar too. It's the twitchy-spine feeling, stronger now, making me want to leave and stay at the same time. I glance at the street sign: Keith Road and Lynnmouth Avenue. A car speeds past, sprays water from its windshield, even though it hasn't rained in weeks. Drops hit my face. As it drives away, I see the glass cleaner spray up, windshield wipers thudding back and forth. The sound is loud in my ears even though the car is long gone: the steady beat in the upside-down car, seatbelt holding in my breath.

My brain switches off, turns on again, and I'm there. Everything is wet and sticky and dark. Someone moans. I can't tell if it's me or not.

Something brushes my hand, something soft. Fur. A car honks, brakes squeal. I look up and I'm in the middle of the intersection. It's a dark, warm night, stuffy air in my throat. Chilko's beside me, waiting for my next move, but I can't seem to make my legs take a step.

"You need help, kid?" The driver of a blue truck has stopped behind us. He's a couple of metres away, headlights shining in my face.

I shake my head. My voice doesn't work.

"Then could you get out of the road?"

My hand finds Chilko's fur. He moves forward and somehow I follow. We make it to the other side and the cars drive on behind us.

I lean into a scraggly hedge that itches my neck. This is it. Was it. The accident happened here. It's just a street like the others. No one would ever know.My knees wobble under me. I thought I'd feel lighter, happier, finally able to breathe, but I just feel . . . more unsure. What happened here? J asks. Why did he crash the car? He always said keep it between the ditches, but he couldn't. Why not? From inside my head, a memory whispers, because of you.

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