SHARING A NOVEL - THE BABY FARM

Hello everybody,

I want to continue sharing the Baby Farm with you, a novel by Louis Steyn.
The descriptive novel compelling yet with a hint of reality is sure to keep you intrigued.

THE BABY FARM CONTINUATION
He waited for the Angel of death to appear, as he did most mornings. The rising sun caught the sharp edges of the broken windows of the tall buildings opposite, and the whole façade was transformed into a crystal cathedral of liquid gold shimmering light as the figure stood on the edge of the roof.
Dressed completely in black, a great black cloak and a black hood covering his face, the figure stood silhouetted against the dove grey sky. He stretched his arms out as if to take flight, then seemed to step forward or stumble and plummeted to the earth like a wounded bird, a giant black bird. His legs moved awkwardly, his arms failed to and he fell like a stone. Then it was over.

This was the Baby Farm. Two levels of parking had been converted into living zones, a space just big enough for a bed for the mother and a mattress on the ground for the children. A small cupboard, table and chair. Bare walls, no pictures, no mirrors. A bleak space for child rearing, drab grey curtains covered the entrance. Grey the color of choice.

The boy reached his living zone out of breath, his mother sitting on the bed nursing her baby and the younger boy still asleep on the mattress. The mother who could barley read had named her two boys from the signs that were plastered all over the city. "For Sale" and "To Let", and shortened them to Force and Tol.

The children were hers for such a short time at the age of six she knew she would never see them again and it was just one year left for Force until that painful final separation came. The boys had different fathers yet they displayed a bond of unity, with little Tol and his amazing green eyes, growing up in the shadow of Force.


Girl, later changed her name to Luna discovered an old man in the far corner of the roof, w wrinkled red eye with short curly grey hair and yellow teeth. He grew tomatoes in tin cans, red ones, plump, and juicy. Yellow ones in clusters on stakes and he treated them like babies. They made a tall splash of color in a grey world. She was fascinated. She had never seen a tomato before, but she instinctively new they were for eating and she wanted one. She allowed Red Eye to fondle her in exchange for a tomato.


She found the tomatoes sufficient compensation and had never tasted anything so fresh and delicious before.


I have only shared excerpts from chapters and I know the novel itself will be a rewarding experience.

Regards
Laura