A glimpse of a speeding man sent me dashing after him, only to catch dust.
Lost among the shadows, I eventually encountered Malcom, Banquo, and Macduff processing with the dead Ducan. It was a somber moment when I bore sole witness to his funeral.
The trio later reconvened at the speakeasy.
Beneath shady lighting, they dealt out cards and responsibilities.
After a few rounds of games and alcohol, they hammered the nail into Macbeth’s coffin.
Right after Malcom and Macduff had slipped away, Macbeth stormed in, and lunged after Banquo.
The two entwined in a brawl.
This fight was not a delicate dance.
It was savage and brutal!
After being tossed all over the speakeasy, Macbeth finally corned the fallen Banquo behind bar, and struck repeatedly with bone-breaking ferocity.
Finally, a silence came over the room.
The bloodied Macbeth staggered away as the speakeasy bartender rested a brick on the pool table.
Banquo was no more.
Just as I was gathering my wits, a guest next to me whispered:
“I read your blog.”
More To Come…