AudioBook Sample: Between A Wolf And A Dog (Adult Drama)
Description
Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
AustralianTranscript
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under the shade of the desert oaks, Hilary takes off all her clothes. Strange, this body of hers, old now knotted veins on her legs, has stomach that droops small breasts, pale skin. She unties her hair white, grey like wool and lets it loose. Her feet sink into the cold sand, and the touch of the water is like a nice grip, solid around her ankles. She's had a good life, she thinks, and she lets herself sink down her breath. Court, tight in her chest is the chill takes hold. A good life floating past her, the girls in the river her and Mori drifting on their backs under the light of the moon, making love on the small islands. The grit of the sand against her legs, the sweat on his skin. And she scoops up a mouthful of water pure and sweet, and drinks it down, eyes closed to the darkening sky, skin alive to the cold. Oh, God, she whispers. Perhaps you could just stay here forever naked in this water, the cold slowly squeezing the life out of her. She looks up now, inhaling deeply as she does. Her clothes were in a bundle is, she dresses slowly. She does not want to be found naked, and she smiles at her own vanity, her hands shaking as she tries to clasp Obra smoothing down her hair. She ties her back again, and then she begins to walk up to the house. Her bag is on the ground where she left it, the white powder still inside. She's written letters. She's told her daughters she loves them. She has urged them to make up. She told the twins that they are beautiful and special, and she adores them. She's asked them all not to be angry with Lawrence, but to remember that he's respecting her wishes and that she is grateful to him more grateful than she was able to allow herself to express at the time, she wrote with a black outline, pin her script round and clear words, words and more words here, far from it all, it no longer matters. In another place. April is standing on Esther's doorstep, knocking until she let her in. Or perhaps she's already inside and they're talking really talking. Or maybe she is at home, her courage having failed her. Esta is smiling. It's her best self. She's throwing to someone, a man that Hillary has never met and we'll never meet. It is all her hopes and promises and goodness unfurling one small and the girls hi scales. They will live and stumble and fall and pick themselves up and shine. The strangeness of imposing last words of advice and wishes now seems ludicrous at most. Maybe her letters will give them some A's about her decision. She has the spoon, the NATO, a cigarette lighter and the heroin. Henry is Shino. What to do? As the daylight slides away, Hillary picks up her phone. The text already written I've gone the message reaching Lawrence, who's driving to be with her. Behind him, a move light deepening like a bruise, the cold breath of the wind, a low moan in his ears as he heads out along the highway. He's on the road already because he knew she wouldn't falter, and he too. I didn't want to falter, but to be there, just as he had promised he would be
Tags
Narrator, Authentic, Conversational, Genuine, Romantic, Softspoken, Relaxed, Emotional, Australian