Halfway between Beckett and Camus, with a darkly comic, absurd and imaginative touch. 'The Scream' depicts a world where almost everyone has died, questioning the meaning of life - or the lack of meaning - in a deserted world. This Short novella is ideal for long journeys. Perfect for Travel bookshops and motorway service stations.

The narrator is a solitary soul living at the end of the world, continuing his daily routine of going to work in a toll booth on the highway. A terrible, mysterious sound that seems to come from nowhere is wiping out the population and every day fewer and fewer people come by. But not everyone can hear the sound and very soon the only survivors will be those few 'silent ones' left unharmed.

Today, there are just two of us on the entire toll station, only two counters open. Luckily, there are some automated coin machines and ones that take plastic payment cards too. But if you need to go and take a piss, it’s really inconvenient. Mind you, considering the flow of traffic right now, one counter would probably do. I’m not complaining. The truth is I like my job. Here in my toll booth, in the midst of it all, watching the constant stream of vehicles, I feel like I’m sitting in a privileged place. I’ve got a front row seat at a show. And the highway is demonstrating its special knowledge, like an endless print-out tracing each single journey. The volume of traffic varies, from the hectic pace of weekends to the slowness of midweek, from the early morning rush to late night serenity; the highway follows the pace of life. And I have the advantage of a spectacular view.