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.

that Jared was thinking about

in the winter there were potatoes.

embarrassing past, Agnes

his eyes full

can’t believe you were such a troublemaker when you

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

mother passed away, she hasn’t played like she used

we didn’t

and lightly kicked the

best man in the world, what troubles could you possibly

“Do you know how annoying it is when you’re being

I thought it would be

repairing from

Jared’s face in the dark night seemed even brighter than the stars.

as if it had been carved by a knife, the laughter in his eyes was different from his usual seriousness, a bit