By G. Kroker
He crested the ridge and saw the cabin. They had agreed, when the nightmare was over, to meet back here. They had been mere boys then, looking forward to adventure.
His blue uniform matched his eye color. He dismounted, went to the door, knocked with his one remaining hand. His heart pounded as if he was going to enter battle again. Then slowly the door opened. There was his brother, unsteady on crutches. His gaunt face registered a weary smile. Grey eyes searched blue eyes.
“Appomattox,” he whispered.
“The savaging ended,” whispered the other, stepping forward.
They leaned upon one another.
Excellent
I like the idea of unending fight between siblings, spiced up by a taste of adults’ brutality.
Wonderful – I’m glad they made it back to on another.
Thank you so muc Helen!
Brilliant! Such an amazing story told in so few words and so true of Civil War times. Wonderfully done!
Thank you Ekta!
Makes me want to read much more !!
Well done George!