Polybus

My attempt at a one hundred word story. Posted 3 April 2009.

I thought I was doing good. I didn't see anything wrong with it. Thousands had done so before. I could be both Bitya and Polybus. I would be their saviour.

The three children could have a better life with me in the proper house. Not that downstairs was a bad life. Certainly not.

They'd be protected downstairs. I would protect them upstairs. Polybus, their saviour.

They'd never know I was their Amram. I'd raise them as my own. They were my own. But my wife could be their mother. Grand.

Me, I'd save them.
Me.
Josef Fritzl