Billboard Sky

Chapter Nineteen; One Hundred Years

Elizabeth stood outside with Bill, a few feet from the parking lot lights, gazing up at the sky together in wonder.

"I like the scrapbook you made for me, my great grandchildren still can't understand how I managed without things they have lived with for their whole lives," Bill said, as he lit a cigar.

"I'm so glad you liked it," Elizabeth said softly, her eyes fixated on the area the billboard sky lights lit up this time of night. Her heart and mind knowing what to expect, but also wondering how it would be possible. If it were to be possible, if it were to be at all.

A puff of gray smoke blew into the air surrounding them. "I wouldn't mind another century of living," Bill said as he felt Elizabeth's hand rub his back as she said to him, "Bill, oh, he did it, the billboard, look!"