Anthology Mixtures

Something Good I wrote for Written
12.24.13

     I’m at my Grandmother ‘s in San Antonio. What? It’s Christmas Eve. I’m at a restaurant and Christmas is here. Some kid not in classes since the holiday is going around. I’m at a whataburger where he sits, I am across from him while the dining here is across the street from a bank type, a credit union.

I wrote.

      I have another like this past sentence recently. Writing something to read for reading. They read. Readers. And they want it to be written. Written well. A decent write, something to for reading. Good, at the lowest-no kidding. Lost my momentum. Write better. Good reading is entertaining – at least I hope not to read bad writing.

      Useful, a credit union. I’ll have to try to bank there. Banking? Credit union/ Still good? No. Boring. Still reading? I write perpendicular across paralleled to my pen at an angle, acute type at my chest. Right? 145 degrees no scratch adjacent – (cies) from the table and seating I am at. Bad writing now. terrible! Please be amused since not entertained at such a write – (d). God. – That’s it they replied. ‘God.’ That’s right they replied God. – yup – theyreplied. Then God, umm. Bad delivery. Better reader next time on restaurant and financial institution triangular to the intersection street light. I’ll shall purchase another car.

written at whataburger

By: Rosette Antoinette Zacie {J>