David Belton

The Auction of My Life

Two days ago my life was perfect and then it imploded. But over a little black notebook? It was not supposed go this way. A simple buy and resell. Yet here I sit, locked in another grim claustrophobic lifeless grey room wreaking of sweat and fear. At least this country has a government that protects it’s citizens. A nice change. A view too. White snowflakes fell gently from the sky like fluffy kittens clouding the view of the Toronto skyline from 20 stories up.