“Dudley, that sounds exciting!” His mother exclaims.
“We are composing a flute solo for our principle Flautist to perform. I think the title will resonate with you two.” Dudley watches Lizzie and me.
“Indeed?” I ask, “what is the title?”
He pauses before replying.” The Windrush Song.”
His mother and I exchange furtive glances. Neither of us have the heart to tell him ‘The Windrush Song ‘ has already been composed for Flute.
Albeit in a different Universe…