E/O Challenge.
Word: Thermometer
Word Count: 100
The heavy door slammed shut with a solid thunk.
Sam went to try the handle – but the door wouldn't budge. He cleared the frost from the tiny window and saw the witch grinning at him. She waved and then turned her back on him, sauntering away and clearly in no rush.
"Don't tell me – we're trapped?"
"Yup."
"Did I mention I really, really hate witches?"
"A few times actually."
"So – I guess this means we're dead meat then?"
"Not funny Dean."
Sam checked the thermometer by the door – it read -15C
"Though we probably will be before anyone finds us."