Sharmishtha Basu is an unemployed artist, writer who is out to test her works, eagerly looking for publishers, publicists, literary agents and huge hearted generous readers, to see if they can help her to build an “unorthodox” career, a path followed by many before, some has been blessed with success, most have not, let us see what you make of her attempts! A failure or success- it all depends on you. These are pieces from her book, the book is available on createspace and amazon- This book is of course a collection of fantasy stories, starting from ghosts, demons, aliens to fairies and mermaids.
The child of woods
the child of woods piece 1
The ground below the trees was covered with autumn leaves, gently crunching and breaking under her feet.
She looked around her, most of the trees were shedding they looked sparse like an infant’s head, with light hair. A deep sigh escaped her. It’s been more than ten years since her marriage, years of trying bore no result. Now her heart has accepted the truth that she will never have a child of her own.
She loved children so much… so very much wanted to have a child of her own…
The woods opened up on the banks of a small pond, the water was blue like the sky above, small big rocks were scattered all around her. She selected a comfortable one and sat down.
There was a small hut across the pond. She could see no movement outside but a thin smoke was rising out of the chimney.
She started to walk towards it curious about people who lived there, she started to hear a baby crying when she reached near, she called out but no one came out even when she reached the small porch.
The door was open.
“Hello!” she called out again, “Is someone here?”
There was no answer. She stepped in hesitantly.
A small baby, barely six months old was lying in a crib; his little face was red with anger, and frustration.
She picked him up and held him against her bosom, he was hungry she could tell that, so she started to look for some milk and found it in the kitchen, she fed him and he fell asleep.
She placed him back to the crib and started to wait for the mother.
Soon it was evening, but no one showed up.
She picked up the baby and left a note with her address, requesting the parents to collect the baby from her home that was barely an hour’s walk from here.