My Dear Fiona - Chapter 15 Betty the White Lady

Stories

Upon returning from Birsay the following morning, I found Denise sleeping across the doorway.

“You forgot to leave a key,” she looked at me cross, but relieved I returned before it started raining.

“The landlady could have let you in. Why didn’t you ask her?”

“She’s out of town. How was your trip?”

“Uneventful,” I didn’t elaborate. How was I to tell her that, cliche as it sounds, my journey to Birsay had been more interesting than arriving at the destination? Once there, I couldn’t think of things to do, walked around for a couple of hours and headed back. “How was your day? Did you have fun with your friends?”

“And then some! Do you know people think your Fiona called out to you so you can find her bones and lay her to rest? They think you are a white lady who walks between worlds. Neil said that if you go to the Maeshowe cairn during solstice, she’ll talk to you then.”

I didn’t mention seeing Fiona when I visited Maeshowe, not to my sister, not to anyone else. Except the young man, the tour guide who dragged me out of there before I made a total fool of myself, nobody paid enough attention to notice anything unusual.