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 something while eating a

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

Agnes started

his eyes full of

a

trees and catching fish

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

being a kid, if only we didn’t have to grow

and lightly kicked the fire with

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

know how annoying it is when you’re

I thought it

beyond repairing

Jared’s face in the dark night seemed even

were perfect, 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, making