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.

thinking about something while eating a potato.

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 time, I fed all the corn that my grandma was saving for seeds to the sheep, and she chased me

Agnes started to laugh.

absorbed, his eyes full of

believe you were such a troublemaker when you were

trees and catching fish with the boys. Although she was the youngest,

away, she

a kid, if only we didn’t

to remember something and lightly kicked the fire with

Pritchard, you married the best man in the world,

around and glared at Jared, “Do you know how annoying it

I thought it

beyond repairing from his

in the dark night seemed even brighter

without any flaws, the curve of his chin looked as if it had been carved by a knife, the laughter in his eyes was different from his usual seriousness, a bit mischievous,