By Vince Eckert
In Ancient Greek mythology, fire was given to man by Prometheus, who stole it from the chariot of Apollo. But what if he had stolen something else?

Man: I’m so cold.
Prometheus: Take heart, man! I bring to you a gift to ease your suffering: an urn of water stolen from the oceans of Poseidon himself!
Man: Thanks, I’ve had enough suffering… ugh, this is salt water.
Prometheus: Do you spurn my gift, mortal? Do you dare evoke the wrath of a Titan?
Man: No, no, I’ll take it. See? I accept. What a great and wondrous gift this is.
Prometheus: Partake of it then. Drink, fully and heartily, and may your troubles be erased.
Man: I just really need something to keep me warm. What if I give this back, and you give me an urn of heat? Maybe some fire?
Prometheus: Do I seem like some kind of God?
Man: Let me tell you of my plight. Long ago, I lived happily with my family. Then they froze.
Prometheus: Look, man, the fire’s a little tight right now, okay? But I’ll see what I can do.
Man: What am I going to do with this water? I can’t use it for anything.
Prometheus: It’s … enchanted.
Man: It doesn’t seem enchanted.
Prometheus: The magic is at the bottom. You have to drink for it.
Man: O, merciful gods, spare me from this…
Prometheus: Drink!
Man: I feel… so… bad…
Prometheus: Man? You all right, man?