Liars' League

Full to Spilling by Cally Taylor

Full to Spilling

Read by Clive Greenwood

 

This is a women's thing, right? Women of a 'certain age'?  Blokes don't suffer from it do they? Well, not unless they're pissed and I'm certainly not pissed. Fair enough, I've had a drink (a small one, very small one) while I wait for Tess to show but I'm not pissed now and I wasn't then, when it happened for the first time. Or the second time. Or the third time.

Here Comes the Night by Emily Pedder

Here Comes the Night

Read by Maria Escudero

 

Dave parks the van outside. The pub's filling up already. He stands with Stephen, buys himself a pint, has a quick scan. Nothing leaps out, none of them pretty enough to warrant the charm. Plenty of time, though. The night is young. He sips his pint.

Business all right, Steve?

Not bad.

Half Empty by Dan Timms

Half Empty

Read by Jo Widdowson

 

As usual when he wasn't drinking, Ben was desperately thirsty.

All he wanted was a glass of water. The glass of water that he was looking at in fact, the one the receptionist had brought over and set down on the glass-topped coffee table in front of him.

But he knew that although he would have no difficulties picking it up, the moment he got it close to his face – the moment it passed out of his vision and into the area of dreadful uncertainty beneath his nose – his hand would start to tremble wildly. He would rush the final push to his mouth. He would rattle the glass into his teeth. Yes, he would swallow a small amount, but a far greater amount would spill over his lips and chin and, crucially, it would slowly blot across his lucky blue interview tie.

Why I Never Started Smoking, and Now I Can't Stop by Vish Chandiramani

Why I Never Started Smoking

Read by Max Berendt

 

I always wish I'd been a smoker. Well, not really – but you know what I mean. I've seen all the European movies, all the Hollywood films noir – hell, even Bladerunner made it look cool. There's just something about how people look when they do it well, this creamy white smoke rising from their mouths, like they've got fire actually inside them – like they're more than human. Demons, maybe, or dragons.

Sharon's Addiction by Graeme MacFarlane

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Read by Daniel Dresner

 

She was a singer, aye. Didnae stop her, no way. Twenty a day, sometimes more, y'know? Greedy for 'em. Would rather smoke than eat. Only things she liked more were the bevvy and the old sweet lovin', o' course, but as she said, you can combine those two wi' a fag most of the time, if ye're canny.