Wendell's Ice: A Narrative Fiction

“Jenny, I doubt we are going to find anything here. Why can’t we just take our money and go buy some ice cream from Wendell’s market?” Thomas said to his friend as she was poking around the consignment shop aisles “Oh come on Tommy, where’s your sense of adventure?” Jen asked him back “We’ve been here forever and we still haven’t found anything, and I’m getting hungry.” Tom complained.
“Um, we’ve only been here for like a half an hour and we don't have to be back at my house for lunch until 1, So we have an hour and a half. Thats plenty of time to hang out here, and then sneak some ice cream before lunch. Deal?” Jenny asked.
“Fine,” agreed Tom “but what are we even looking for here anyway?”
“Um hello, anything, if I was looking for something
Hey Tommy, look, look at this oh my golly goodness, is this not the most beautiful radio you have ever seen!”
From the far depth of the back of the third shelf she pulled out a small golden colored radio with a $4.00 price sticker on it.
“Score and if I get this I can see if it works, buy some batteries, or just grab some from home, and even have some money left from Wendell’s. Who says I can’t have it all” she said laughing.
“Jenny how do you even know it’s gonna work.” he