Fiona Gibson

“Spike saves the day!’ Spike announces, brandishing a bottle of red wine like a trophy. ‘Where d’you find that?’ Hannah asks. ‘Ah, well …’ He taps the side of his nose. ‘It was hiding at the back of your cupboard behind Lou’s bird food cereal.’ ‘Spike, you can’t drink that!’ Lou shrieks from the doorway. ‘Why not?’ He grips the bottle to his chest as if someone might try to wrestle it from him. ‘My parents gave it to me the day I left home. It’s to stay unopened for fifteen years – that’s why it was hidden – and then it’ll be worth a fortune.’ ‘Fifteen years?’ Spike looks bereft. ‘How can anyone be expected to wait that long for a drink?”
― Fiona Gibson, The Great Escape

“Then I go over to attend to my client whose fine hair clings to her scalp. ‘Now,’ she says, prodding a picture in the magazine. ‘I was thinking of something like this. A big, glamorous Catherine Zeta-Jones kinda thing. That all right with you?”
― Fiona Gibson, Mum On The Run