"Good morning!" he called as he entered the kitchen-cum-living-room.
In his imagination a woman was lurking behind that van parked on the corner. She was wearing a kind of nun's wimple, and she had no face. There she crouched, waiting for him as if she'd never moved before. As if she'd always been there. And she wasn't just waiting for anyone. She was waiting for *him*.
And, possibly, meeting another pram, a little girl with curls, being wheeled past each other and waving in the knowledge that she was the one, she was the one, the one you would come to love.
"A man wakes to find everyone has disappeared. He begins to explore his city, but can find no one. He continues to search, and throughout the novel, adapts to being the last man on Earth. Some unknown catastrophe has wiped civiisation from Earth, and he must find out what it was, and if there are any other survivors. A philosophical, psychological futuristic thriller."--Provided by publisher.… (more)