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

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

Agnes started to laugh.

completely absorbed, his eyes full

were such a troublemaker when you were

was indeed a troublemaker as a child, not liking to follow rules, climbing trees and catching fish with the boys. Although she was the

passed away, she hasn’t

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

seemed to remember something and lightly kicked the fire with

man in the world, what troubles could you possibly

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

I thought it would be

man was beyond repairing

in the dark night seemed even

curve of his chin looked as if it had been carved by a knife, the