My entry for Lille McFerrin’s Five Sentence Fiction — Wheels

Local historic  preservationists have tried, with little success, to recreate the  great battle. Today everything looks serene without  a hint of what horror took place on this spot. That cannon resulted in the lost of untold young boys whose mother never envisioned that their son’s would never return. Those wheels, now  in pristine condition once rolled over bodies, most dead, but  some alive. Today, where brothers sometimes  fought each other, young siblings frolic today.