Aviona woke up to the sound of humming pigeons in their veranda. Pigeons were rare in the capital but in the Golden Villa where she and Martin nested, they were abundant. Aviona like pigeons as it reminded her of the South, her favorite place in the country. When Melvin was still alive, she used to visit him in the South and that's how she came to like that part of the country.
Martin was no longer there when she arose and sat on their bed. Her husband went out early today and she remembered him kissing her goodbye while she was still dreamy on their bed. Stretching as far as she could, Aviona took a glimpse of the clock on the bedside table.
"It's nine," She said to herself. "I have to hurry and go,"
She had some important appointments today that she needed to attend to so Aviona did not waste time and prepared for herself for the day. In just a span of fifteen minutes, Aviona was already mounting down the fabricated stairs, ready to leave.
