The Broken Daisy Chain

Lizzy, also known as Elizabeth Peters, had spent a romantically idyllic and carefree childhood surrounded by the rolling chalk valleys of Wiltshire, in the glorious, sleepy village that she called home and allowed her to chase endless rainbows and dreams without fear, having a freedom to roam through the fields and woods, feeling the breeze running through her silky jet black hair, singing at the top of her voice without a care in the world, but then in a blink of an eye the sweet, innocent and daydreaming Lizzy had vanished into yesterday’s shadows as her dreams and desires had now taken a new and very terrifying path. Lizzy now craved more, wanting to be loved and adored, but her world would become clouded by many storms, storms that would batter and bruise her as she continued to chase rainbows of love and admiration that would undoubtedly take her on many turbulent journeys experiencing many encounters, some of which would be unwelcome, full of hatred and fear all in a bid to find the perfect love.