Heartstrings on Fire

Jared was soothed by Agnes’s gentle call of “honey”.

Now, she called him that more naturally.

Jared took a bite of a roasted potato.

The well-roasted potato was fragrant, sweet, and soft, melting on his tongue as soon as he bit into it. It suddenly reminded Jared of his first kiss with Agnes. That kiss was just as sweet

He turned his head to look at Agnes, who was looking at him expectantly.

She asked, “How is it, how does it taste, is it sweet?”

Jared replied, “Not bad, it tastes like you.”

Agnes frowned, “That’s a weird comparison.”

But then she turned her face away and busied herself with the com in the fire.

think that Jared was thinking about

her childhood, “I loved staying at my grandma’s house when I was little, because there were all sorts of foods that you couldn’t get in the city. In the summer there were berries, in the winter there were potatoes. Once, I followed the neighborhood kids to raid a beehive and ended up in the hospital because of the bee stings. Another

past, Agnes started to

Jared was completely absorbed, his

were such a troublemaker when you were little.”

troublemaker as a child, not liking to follow rules, climbing trees and catching fish with the boys. Although

she hasn’t

we didn’t have to grow up

remember something and lightly kicked

man in the world, what troubles could you possibly have?”

turned around and glared at Jared, “Do you know how annoying it is when you’re

I thought it would

man was beyond repairing from his narcissism

face in the dark night seemed even

it had been carved by a knife, the laughter in his eyes was different from his usual seriousness, a bit mischievous, making hearts race,