Monday, November 10, 2014

"Aria for Westward"



            (MRS. HO appears on a windswept street.  Crumpled newspapers and broken 
            umbrellas blow by.  MRS. HO carries her grandson, whom she shields from the 
            wind.  All is white and blackish.)

MRS. HO
Where is my son?
Where is my Westward?
Come back to me, son!
Come toward me, O Westward!

            (A blown twig slaps her in her face.)

            (Elsewhere, WESTWARD HO watches from his crystal ball.  He laughs, then 
            feels bad.)

            END OF “ARIA FOR WESTWARD.”