... Zack found the source of the sound and froze: a two-way radio. While common in the past, batteries hadn't existed for at least two decades. What was something so precious doing in the slush next to the canal? "Jackpot," he whispered. Nervous but excited, Zachary bent down and gently picked up the radio. It was one of the earlier models, with a slightly scratched ivory shell, and small metallic buttons. ...
Sentence No. 10
"Jackpot," he whispered.
Submitted on March 26, 2012, 9:27 p.m. by THE_LUMNESS
The radio sat on a makeshift table; an old, wooden crate. Who would have a radio - let alone, two? He picked up the transmitter.
Submitted on March 29, 2012, 5:59 p.m. by funkytaco
Looking around to make sure no one else could see him, he crouched down to pick up the relic.
Submitted on March 28, 2012, 11:45 p.m. by Henry
This could probably sell for a few thousand dollars in the black market, which would cover his step-mother's medication for a while.
Submitted on March 25, 2012, 10:23 p.m. by Chicago
It must be worth at least a few thousand dollars in the black market.
Submitted on March 25, 2012, 5:16 p.m. by Chicago