For Saturday Centus at Jenny Matlock's blog.. any genre, p.g as far as possible, not to exceed 100 words using the prompt in bold to create a story on the picture this time around....
Water the other saplings there.
I saw him there, busy with his axe slicing through the branch he was seated at the edge of. I screamed almost, ‘you will fall down, you dolt!!’ The watch could only let me stay not change.
Countless retelling didn’t prepare me for gravity’s working. He fell; branch, the weapon and all.
Could he be the Master, history proclaimed him to be? The language he choose, as classical as his imaginative works.
Were they even his? Didn’t the skeptics say The Bard too was a fake?
I would prove them wrong. I planted a little story seed and out sprouted "Of Shakuntala recognised by a token"*.
* It was among the first Sanskrit works to be translated into English . Written by Kalidasa, believed to have lived around 4th century CE and sometimes referred to as the "Shakespeare of India".