POTENT PIXIE

The cup spilled over. The red ooze coalescing before it dripped to the bare floor. Small hands offered the handle to the man, urging him to drink the contents.
Any attempt to move seemed pointless for all feeling in his legs had disappeared some time ago. Shaking his head did nothing to deter the pixie from moving inexorably closer. Cup touched dry lips. Salt and sweetness assaulted his taste buds. A surge of energy flushed through his veins as the liquid burned his throat and warmed his empty stomach.
‘This is only the beginning, for one brew is never enough.’