Seascraper

by Benjamin Wood

Their life is just a mindless trudge of work with cosy patterns of behaviour in between – he’s always known this, overlooked it for the sake of their togetherness, survival. But he cannot stand to watch her keeping up the normal circulation of their days. He wants to wake up every morning with a better purpose.

They think because they’ve got a corner office with a Monet on the wall they understand what art is, that it’s something they appreciate because they’re near to it. But all they’re qualified to tell a guy like me is how to dodge the IRS or who should be my caddy at the country club.’