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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