THE RELIC ROOM by William Wells • Cleaver Magazine
A Civil War cannonball dug from a field near Petersburg now props open the door. He shows me in. The room was purpose-built to house his large collection. In matched pairs, bullets are bedded like lovers and displayed by battle, Antietam through Yellow Tavern. After closing the door, he cradles the ball on his lap and strokes it like a hefty kitten. No explanation why it didn’t explode, or won’t someday. Should ammunition purr?