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.

think that Jared was thinking about something while eating a potato.

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

embarrassing past, Agnes started to laugh.

completely absorbed, his eyes

can’t believe you were such a troublemaker when you were little.”

and catching fish with the boys. Although she was the youngest,

mother passed away, she hasn’t played like

only we didn’t have to grow up

lightly kicked the

the best man in the world, what

you know how annoying it is when you’re

thought it would

repairing from his narcissism

the dark night seemed even brighter than

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