What’s it going to be about? Babies.
Babies? Yeh, remember what you said
Once about how we’d all be gone if
We ever skipped a generation?
I was thinking, what if a disease
Or something more mysterious, weird,
No one knows what, just ends pregnancy,
Stops anyone from getting pregnant,
Like, anywhere on the whole planet,
All at once? There’s this month where no one
Notices, you know, and then clinics,
Like, no one’s coming for abortions,
And all the fertility treatments
Are coming up blank at the same time.
Nobody who wants to have kids can,
And no one’s pregnant on accident,
And no one knows why. Total panic.
That would be crazy. People would blame
Everyone. They’d go nuts. But you need
Characters and some kind of hope.
What’s your plot like? Is it permanent?
Oh, it’s permanent alright. No more
Babies for us. It’s like a countdown.
We’ve got who we’ve got. In ninety years,
Or a maybe a hundred, no humans.
Dust to dust. That’s a lot of story.
Yeh, I don’t know if I’ll tell it all,
But I’ve got a title. It’s, The Year
The Babies Stopped. I like it a lot.
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