Needle and Thread
Lena was blissfully unaware of the turnmoil that occured in the home when she walked through the door, bags of groceries in her arms, singing her usual cheery tune. She kicked off her shoes, announcing loudly she was home, as usual, as she waltzed into the kitchen and placed down her bags on the counter.
“How was your day Hana?” she asked. There was no answer though. Maybe she was too engrossed in a video game. She started to place he things away, asking one more time a little louder so maybe she could hear. There was still no answer.
Odd, Lena thought, pausing half way between putting some fruit in the fridge, why isn’t she answering? She finished putting the fresh goods away, leaving the dry ones for later. Right now she was a bit concerned with her friend. Athough logic dictated that Hana was probably just listening to some loud music and couldn’t hear her, she had a bad feeling about this.
“Hana?” she asked, walking over to the door and giving it a knock, “Is everything ok? Hana?”

















