The Younger Neighbor’s Request
Hunter stayed laying down on his couch, attempting to shield his eyes from the sun pervading through the window. “Fuck,” he grumbled underneath his breath, cursing his obsolete curtains. His attempt at catching shut eye was in utter vain, which only added to his frustration. He draped his forearm over his eyes and gave off a deep sigh, hoping his headache would dissipate if he slept some more. His age seemed to catch up to him, as he was experiencing its symptoms. His 40’s wasn’t going as they said it would. And much to his annoyance, sudden knocks at the door cut through the silence of what he attempted to enjoy. “Not fucking answering,” sighed Hunter, bunching his hair into his hand. Usually, they were solicitors and advertisers who looked to sell him products he …