Any thing round the corner can stir up memories, you know that? This one's a very old one. Retrieved it from a musty crevice of my thoughts. It concerns the kids, I think. The one's who had to slide down the hills because they were always in a hurry. They wore frocks, you know that. Plain ones though so they would'nt have to worry about the lace. Their irritant ways finally got to the slimy Nakz . So this memory has stirred another and impelled another charactar into the foray, you realise? Nakz, of course, never confessed to witnessing the death of little Rum. Why should he? The kids had broken the statue of Tycho Brahe he worshipped. Science truly has no laws. If Rum died for an experiment it would have been noble. But she died for pleasure. This is not noble its pleasurable. But this thought refuses to awaken memories of the shrieks and cries, of stories that the hills were now haunted. Some memories just fade away. They're not important enough. Like those of Nakz being hanged like a criminal. The important one's stay on. Like those of Nakz's insolece at having called the death a pleasure as it was summoned for pleasure - simple laws of logic that cannot be tampered with.
Ah, was it the straight logic of time that triggered the first memory? The one round the corner?