A big ol' thanks to DrGooday for taking a look at a draft for me once again!
So this is a very modified version of something I wrote a couple of months ago. I was bored at work one day and was asking people for writing prompts. One guy gave me the prompt of just "death," and I wrote a little two-paragraph narration, which became this.
Here is the original if you're curious:
It had been eighty-three days since the last child was born. Everyone knew what this meant, even if no one wanted to admit it: their long-awaited penance had finally come.
Emily stared out the window at the moon hanging in the void-black sky. It stood alone in the darkness, all of the stars having long fled for better skies. She fiddled with a small doll as she stared, something that, in a happier time, would've become a child's toy. She wondered why the moon remained. Did it perhaps feel pity for them, and wished to comfort them in their final moments? Or was it maybe casting judgement, eager to see them live out their sentence? It didn't matter, she decided, as the Earth would soon be left bare all the same.