Oh Lordy

So I got cracking on the first of the warm up books and then went back and had a look at what I'd written and realised that I was boring myself let alone a reader. So I had a long ponder. It now begins:

I was eight when they first came for my daddy. I don't know why they came but it wasn't for the worst things he did: they were our secret until the morning I killed him.

Thirty six words down, several thousand more to go.