I was sure they'd be able to hear my heart thudding at the end of the road as I closed the telephone box door behind me, piled my stash of sixpence and shillings on the shelf above the phone directory, and wiped my sweaty palms down my baggy black trousers... from Only One Woman Christina Jones Jane Risdon.
If you love music, then you will enjoy a trip down memory lane with Only One Woman, and there are so many musical references, venue shoutouts, and lots to keep musicians entertained too. Guys love our novel as much as girls do.
Oh! And there is an epic love triangle at its heart.
He cleaned the bathroom quickly and expertly.
The plastic sheet and forensic suit returned to his bulging briefcase he changed back into his clothes, and with a last glance around the hotel room - checking he had left no trace of his presence - he silently let himself out of the room and made his way down the back stairs to the deserted alley where his driver waited for him...
I posted this once before but I thought I’d offer an update to the story and post again. I hope you don’t mind. Those of us who have grown up in the middle and latter part of the twentieth century, take a lot for granted. We know how to use a telephone and may well have first used one in […]