Found this in one of my notebooks, might become a short story: "what is your name""I got my name from a women a generation before me""what is your age""she died before I could meet her though my parents left the name""easy question , what is your gender""isn't that sick , I'm stuck trying to live up to a women I had not even met""Chloe answer my questions"
Chloe laughed. "well let's see I'm 5'5'' , brown hair, and yes I did kill my mother, anyway , this women she was supposedly my mother best friend , that is until my dad slept with her , too bad she found out after she named me"
The women she was interrogating banged her hand on the table . The women calmed down after a moment , and laid her hands on the table.
After Chloe smiled the women left the room slamming the door on the way out.