Mason hates neighbors. They're rotten things with pets that defecate on your lawn, engage in loud verbal abuse, don't take out the trash, keep asking for salt and sugar every other day and are all around a nuisance. He has had enough of it, and is moving in the most remote area possible: the top of the new tallest mountain in the world, the La'mba. Only enough space for a small mansion of his, nothing more, nothing less. However, aliens who've colonized Mars are making a lot of neighborly ruckus, and Mason is the nearest person to bear the brunt of it. How long before he loses his patience? Written for the Short Dreams 2021 short story prompt contest. The prompt: "Earth watched helplessly as aliens move "next door" on Mars.
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