The next morning at the office, Mike Gale was less than sympathetic.
"I don't believe you, cold air above warm? Totally impossible John." He laughed
"I'm telling you. Mike, it's the truth," said Miller, as he tried to rub the haze from his eyes.
"Well, it can't be, so stop worrying about it."
"I can't stop worrying about it! Don't you see?"
"See what?"
"That's why the room's cold!"
"Sorry, you've lost me mate."
"Something in the corner of the room is making it cold.
"That's pretty poor, Johnny," Gale snorted. "Cold doesn't radiate – it absorbs heat from the surroundings. Basic thermodynamics."
"But that's the same thing isn't it?"
"You really aren't thinking straight this morning, are you? Look, Johnny, think it through; where would all the heat go?"
Gale turned back to his monitor and studied the injection moulding tool he had been working on. "Still," he called to Miller after a few seconds, "a thing like that could come in handy I suppose. Build a shelf under it and you'll have a great place to keep your drinks cold."
But Miller wasn't listening. He was busy trying to remember what 'embolism' meant.
YOU ARE READING
The Cold Spot
HorrorJohn "Johnny Boy" Miller, wonders why one corner of his living room is so cold. When he finds out, he wishes he had just left things alone.
