Conor Smith

Creative Writing

Masculinity

When he saw Charlotte seven months ago, Harry got caught up in her face, lost in her eyes because of the way they shone when she smiled, lost in her hair when the sun met and entwined with it, lost in the small words she had said to him and the silence after them. Now,…

Creative Writing

Fall

Will had perched on the edge of their bed. He brushed Danielle‚Äôs cheek with his thumb, and told her he was going for a walk, receiving a half-awake mumble in reply. Ten years together and he still looked at her sleeping form in wonder; still had the old urge to play with her hair while…