Everything around and about you is white: the light bulb hanging from the ceiling, your white hair, enveloped in the smoke from the cigarette in your white hand and the empty piece of paper on which you, for the last few hours, have been trying to write me a letter.
Khop wrote this story.
Love this one! Fabulous use of second person POV wih the narrator’s voice made clear in the final line.
This is brilliant!