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.