Drink

‘Drink!’ he shouted. The people around the table, who were already quite drunk, drank. The next day they all questioned their actions, sat as they were, dud batteries aching with the loss of power. Later, the man who had shouted ‘Drink!’ the night before felt the cool, refreshing hair of the dog on his lips. He, and all the others who had joined him around the table again cam back to life. ‘Drink!’ was shouted, fully charged they were, toxic.