I think I’ll give the Cage of Death a miss too,” I said. Crocodiles were fascinating creatures, like living dinosaurs, but they could do their living over there somewhere, far away from me.

Stop thinking about the steps. There are no moves in blues, only movement. Just listen to the music,” Matt whispered into my ear.I let go, softening into his arms. The sways became steps, and without even realising, I was dancing.

My feet were keeping in time with the music, but my heart was pounding out a different rhythm altogether.

The decision about what to do next was as difficult to grasp as the water swirling around my feet.

The best lie is the one that has an element of truth, so it’s good to include something real in your fiction.