There was so much noise. It filtered through the walls of what she had once considered a quiet space. All she could hear were the sounds of men working and talking. The drill started again, and she pressed her hands against her ears as if she would keep the loud noises at bay. It was a dream on her part and she should have accepted this a long time ago. Most of the day, it had been a non-stop noise invading her space. The sound of the men shouting to each other over the noise of the drill proved to be one step too far, and she decided that she had to go to find another place for the peace that she was seeking.
I wrote this in response to this week’s SoSC challenge.