~by Burda Ellis
The night was set in stone. She reached the destination to see her little brother act upon in Macbeth. The play has finished efficiently; their Dearest Father asks her, “What did you think of your brother on stage?” She says, thinking to herself ‘Could you repeat that?’ but what would her father say. She said, “His performance was all right, I guess.” And her father replies, “Don’t tell him that!” Their Father left in doubt, ‘what was she thinking?’ they had both waited for their Mother to arrive as Mother Dearest could not make it in time. He asks his sister, “So, what you think of it?” She imagines genuinely positive, and she knows her thoughts are meaningless in this moment, because they haven’t seen one another in several years at least; she was busy with her own acting career on the nationwide big screen. While her young brother had his field in the theater as a young stage actor, who wanted to know what his older non-identical twin had felt about his recital. Immediately, he thought, something wasn’t right. However, she said, “If you had a Macbeth, you would’ve been acknowledged of Dearest Brother-in-law watching you. He was Mortified.” The point in time, she had regretted her response from top to bottom. She sought after to tell him, she wanted to ask for forgiveness for the swindler observation from the tone in her voice. This lead to confusion and a slight sense of sarcasm was reinvented between these two estranged siblings. He said, “If Macbeth was a modern man, you’d think more is none.” His sister smiled with a gleam of pride and glow over her face reached the tip of the iceberg that shivered down her spine. She said, “If more is none. Then why was Hamlet hung out to dry?” Her brother thought of a rational answer as quickly as he said it. The one point in time, He said, “Who needs a Juliet, when I can find me the same old Romeo.” The expression in her cheeks strengthened with an extensive grin, it almost seemed like old times between them, it had been so long, since they had talked about Shakespeare in this form. She said, “Well, if there is one for myself, I was too late to walk off with him.”
He finds himself in fetters, he tries to re-evaluate his squabble, her little Brother will not bend down to her level no longer, he said. “You do not need another Romeo yourself, sister, just to make yourself not feel alone. We are still one and all one, we are all.” She said, “If we are one, together, then thy Juliet, she’ll stumble and fall.” Her nuisance becomes off-putting and the next stage of making each other well-known. He said, “If thy Juliet can withstand her obstacles, she may reconsider her options of this, one Romeo.” None of this makes sense anymore. She said, “I, no longer need one, Brother. When all you need is a good hand and a good sword.” He finds himself distracted by his Sister, ensuring that All’s well that ends well. He said, “Aye, with a good hand to wield a sword, to strike back and fight for what is rightfully yours as to honor those, to mend the bond, torn by pride.” She laughs quietly to herself with the sight of thinking, her pride was better than his. She said, “Burdens of Guilty Minds by Rape and Suicide, which was what Shakespeare Lucrece has showed herself by her self-murder no lover of chastity but of pride.” He now knows what his Sister thought of his Macbeth, their words were going around in circles like a crazed merry-go-round. It was set in stone, the night had not ended, not quite yet, their Knights in shining armour, it pierced their darkened hearts. He said, “I know, dear Sister, by being proud so often so for long, it is egoistic, it finds us in strange circumstances, but we grow stronger every day. We heal to be reborn in a new light of ache and misery, nor to suffer what we lost, but for what we’ve earned in our lives we had not shared together in a time-consuming period.” She listened as his words grew more significant, he spoke as if she knew what he was saying. It was one thing to assume the worst, but another to ignore his world altogether. She said, “I am so sorry, for leaving you when we both needed each other. We grew apart so fast; many words were exchanged and never got back to what we were as a whole. To be, or not to be: that is the question, is it not Brother?”
He remembers the good times they had when they were children, a time where love was a weakness of theirs. He said, “As told by an idiot, full of sound and fury. But never doubt I have loved you more than our Dearest Mother. Your marriage came by luck.” She stood there knowing this was true, her husband gave her heirs, no one had ever imagined. She said, “My Love did not look at me, not with the eyes, but with his mind; he passed and I moved on.” He doesn’t remember why they were angry at each other, any memory of why they both faded away from to each one of their own. She said, “Signifying nothing.” A conversation stopper, but less was more, as more was none. He said, “Deny thy father and refuse thy name; two of the fairest stars in all the heavens, when true-love falls. You can tell me in sadness, Sister, who is that you love?” their Dearest Mother had finally arrived. With open arms to her brother, nor she would not do the same for her fallen child. She said, “Fair is foul, and foul is fair, Brother.” Their mother felt a ploy of neglect when her Daughter waited to be acknowledged, their Mother ignored their callings too. Mother Dearest said, “If, all of Great Neptune’s ocean would’ve washed that blood away, for this blood was not mine. But it was as much as yours, my child.” Her mother did speak of such truth, but she said, “And all our yesterdays have lighted fools, Mother.” He said, “My name’s Macbeth.” While Mother Dearest and Dearest Sister stared at their Dearest Son and Brother, their Father finally said, “Oh, my dear…bunch of Sweets to the sweet: farewell!” Here ended the night, which was set in stone. She said, “Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.” The curtains close and as the night was somehow Set In Stone.
~To Be Continued