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.

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 time, I fed all the corn that my grandma

embarrassing past, Agnes

was completely absorbed, his eyes full

such a troublemaker when you

a troublemaker as a child, not liking to follow rules, climbing trees and catching fish

passed away, she hasn’t

really miss being a kid, if only we didn’t have to grow up and

lightly kicked the fire with

the world,

Jared, “Do you know

I thought it

man was beyond repairing

in the dark night seemed even brighter than the stars.

been carved by a knife, the laughter in