My Mitchell 1/20/25
A handing off of power
I tugged on his tie, slowly inching the knot up his chest until the perfect light-blue triangle nestled under his soft, billowy neck skin. Cupping his face, I told him the truth.
“You look so handsome, Mitchell.”
He gave me his trademark Cassanova puppy dog eyes.
His mouth took the shape of a smile, but his gorgeous Viagra blue eyes stared off in soft foc…