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.

probably didn’t think that Jared was thinking about something while eating a

the com, she told stories from 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 time, I fed all the corn that my grandma was saving for seeds to the sheep, and

past, Agnes started

absorbed, his eyes

were such a troublemaker when

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

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

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

and lightly kicked the fire with her shoe

the best man in the world, what troubles

know how

thought it would be

repairing

night

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