By happenstance, the child and I wander into the midst of an act, a scene.
The drunken monster Caliban lies passed out in the middle of the street. We sit near him as his drunken cohorts, Stephano and Trinculo, circle him, conversing, plotting.
The child sinks deeper into my lap, seduced, intrigued. Members of the cast marvel at her intensity, her devotion to the story, as she watches the action unfold.
There is magic at hand. And threats.
We sit too close, but it is too late to move.
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You can view more pictures of Shakespeare in the Parking Lot performing The Tempest at Showcase Tacoma on the troysworktable Flickr page.
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