The Banshee's Silver Comb
Fiona always had a silver comb in her hair, ever since the day she awoke from death, just a few short months ago. Just like many days before, Fiona found herself wandering in the woods off the Irish coast, away from the country folk who would run from her unnaturally pale complexion and shimmering silver hair. She continued to walk through a glen along a small creek and stopped when she heard someone humming behind her. She turned to find an old country woman in a hooded gray cloak sitting and scrubbing clothes on a washboard by the side of the creek.
The old woman never looked up, but said sweetly but in a harsh aged voice, "Why, lass. I di"n't mean to startle you." Fiona looked at her for a moment and judged that woman must be blind since she was not alarmed by her appearance. Before Fiona could speak the old woman said, "Dear lassie, one o' me blouses is caught on me washboard. Could you be a dear an' unknot it for an ol" woman?" Fiona looked down and saw the ripped blouse that was twisted around the washboard. She tried to pick the knot loose, but it was such a tight squeeze between the boards for even her small fingers.
"Use your comb, lassie," the old woman suggested. Fiona pulled the comb out from her hair and begun to untangle the threaded mess. When she successfully loosened the blouse from the washboard, she handled them to the old woman, with the comb still in her hand. "What a beautiful and useful little tool," the woman said sweetly as she picked up the comb from her hand, leaving Fiona holding the blouse and washboard.
Fiona watched as the old woman pulled back her cloak that had covered her face. Her long, dull gray hair flooded out from the hood, framing her winkled face with pitted cheeks and sunken clear eyes. The old woman began to brush her hair with the comb. Fiona opened her mouth to protest, but her mouth lay open in shock. She watched as the old woman's dull gray hair turned to a vibrant, lustrous silver with each stroke of the comb. The woman's face became as smooth as a young maiden's and her gray eyes shined as bright as her silver hair.