Drabble 74: Flash Part II

Wilson had scribbled a quick reminder onto a piece of paper. He was making his way out of the clinic on a stormy Thursday of December. The ambulance was there, as was a crowd of onlookers. They were crowded around a body.

He ran, the rain splattering into his eyes.

After that, he doesn't remember anymore. Now, as he thinks of the cloudy day in December, he remembers what the note said:

"Two Pepsis and a Coke tomorrow at lunch. Please? –James."

So, soda. That's what he wanted. A favor from a dead man. The irony still makes him laugh.

Fin.

(A/N: Flash. Drabble #2. Go read it, if you haven't. It'll make sense.)