The noise wasn’t very loud. It was constant though and Becky was beginning to take umbrage to it. She had woken up with a headache and was sitting in a quiet dark room; quiet except for the hammering. It was like a constant drip from a leaky faucet… pound, pound, pound. Her neighbors were getting a new garage and the construction crew had started at 8am. She was convinced they had to have a double sized crew there today… pound, pound, pound. Finally she had enough. She decided to go to the quietest place she knew – the library.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – umbrage