Prometheus

I've decided to try writing nanofiction, 50-world-long micro stories, as a way of trying to stay creative and write something new in the timeframes that life makes available to me. The length is arbitrary--fits about one tweet I find--and I might try longer or shorter, see how they feel. Here's the first:

Prometheus clambered down the mountain, the stolen ember in his hand. Revenge served not cold, but hot enough to scald his skin. He heard the harpy cries of the Furies behind him, and smiled, though the wind clutched at him with eagle claws.

Will be using the label 'Nanofiction' to track these.