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Write the first chapter to the sequel of your favorite banned book.
Long or short, give us your spin on the continuation of your most-loved banned classic.
KarolynKimsey

TIMER

My name is YJMS. I was born into a family of natural Jewish heritage . That mad man behind the scenes is ARI, the oldest brother in my mother‘s family.

When I was 17 years old, my cousin SAUL Junior, who was 16 years old, was arrested at gunpoint in a monetary raid lasting over 9 years , and across 7 midwestern US states.

What happened in 9 years tore our family apart . If only life being so simple had been a clue, maybe we would have loved each other more differently.

Saul Junior was the only son of my mother‘s older sister . My mothers name is Lalda , her sister is my Aunt Schryl. Schryl is married to Saul Senior , we just call him Uncle Saul.

Uncle ArI was married to Chandra, who was pregnant in a mental institution at the time of Saul Junior’s arrest.

She had premonitions while pregnant , of a Cancer growing inside of her. She drove to the heights , up to a part of stone lay that graffiti artists frequent. She designed molecule into biology , and painted the entire place with the unproven Cancer of her unborn child. She lit Ari‘s truck on fire , and resisted arrest. She was on the news , and again after our little cousin Safra was born with malignant Cerebral Spinal Fliud .

Safra is 20 years old today . The rest of the story blossomed beautifully , and after she was born Chandra was never the same. She and Ari divorced . She fled to Sri lanka when Safra was ten, leaving her with Ari. She was pregnant again , with our little cousin SIL. It was a ten year national custodial barrier battle on US citizenship. She went at it again, with her yogi guru televangelist boyfriend . She was on the news, and again when she was arrested supporting child smuggling over the internet .

When life was simple, and good … Uncle Ari was the man standing . He was everything to us teenage kids ; Saul Junior, and I . He taught us to drive his truck, how to haul a trailer , how to jerry rig trailer breaking lights, how to start a business mowing lawn , how to be men . He even taught us a few secrets of the trade, like to have a good going second name. Ari went to Dental College , and while in school his buddies named him “Ari Timer”. He never told us why, so it was our running bystander comment load . We had one million timer jokes in circuit , then , and now still.

Uncle Saul died 9 years ago . He spent 5 in the penitentiary, wrongfully included in Saul Juniors mass load appeal.

It happened .

Six years ago, Aunt Schryl moved back to the US from some whereabouts near Ontario, Canada. She had been in the witness protection program for 14 years .

I tell you, this story happened over a very long time . I’ll do my bests to remain on topic , and in full illustrative benefit to the years gone on since that Summer 1997.

Ill do my best to seal the years to quota , to fill it with the love lost.

This is our story , the family story. It was lived this way . Now there is no more to figure out. That contemplative mind forward does make a change in how to see things , HOW to see things is over now.