Prompt: thermometer
Note: one of three unrelated drabbles for this challenge word
Public Radio
The driver's door opens and Dean leans into the warmth.
"This is it. Let's go."
You join Dean at the trunk, zipping your coat and flipping the collar against the bitter wind before grabbing supplies. Dean slams the trunk and shivers violently.
"Sonovabitch! It's gotta be 20 degrees out here," he griped, marching toward the burial grounds.
"Twenty-two," you say absently. "Seventeen with wind-chill."
Dean vaguely glances at you.
"You a human thermometer now?"
You smile. "No, that's what the guy on NPR said while I was waiting on you."
Dean stops dead in his tracks.
"You turned my radio to NPR?"
01/11/09