She sat on the backside of the house hearing the screaming through the stone walls that separated her from her prison and the outside world. She leaned against the wall and sat on the red soil. She picked up small black stones that she found next to her on the ground and she rubbed them between her hands and slowly dropped on stone at the time to the ground again. All of a sudden it was silent. She got up dusting the red sand off of her clothes and carefully started walking. The wooden door that led into the house stood ajar and she could see nothing but darkness.
Eda Uysal
This is an interesting start. Do you know where you're going with this? It's still unclear to me.
SvaraRaderaI didn't quite understand which walls you were referring to in the first sentence. Garden walls (since she's outside)? Her prison is the outside world?
Also, you mean back side or just back. Your backside is what you sit on.