The distressed actor had forgotten his lines. With words abandoned he stood silent before the stalls; Hamlet slipped from his heels. He returned to his dressing room mirror.
– ‘Where are you? . . . Where are you ghost, you traveler?’
He breathed on the mirror until he disappeared and the soft prince spoke.
– ‘Conscience doth make cowards of us all.’
– ‘I’m frightened,’ said the actor.
– ‘Wait. Just wait. I’m almost here.’
© Simon Jagger