Alone synopsis and excerpts

Alone

Synopsis

Anna and Sam Lindholm, desperate to protect their youngest daughter Mary from unrelenting bullies, give up on mainstream society and follow their dream of becoming self-sufficient. They purchase a dilapidated homestead on Canada’s remote west coast. Here the family is challenged by a hostile environment, isolation and a series of heartbreaking tragedies. The sisters, Mary and Sara, struggle to survive a disastrous situation.

Karl Thorenson, the son of the homestead’s previous owner, makes dangerous choices in his pursuit of an adventurous lifestyle. His get rich schemes run him afoul of the mobsters. Remembering how his tight-fisted father distrusted banks, Karl comes looking for money that he is convinced is hidden at the old homestead.

Mary, Sara and Karl’s worlds collide. Unforeseen circumstances, Mary’s fragile sanity and Karl’s greed lead to a horrific conclusion. Devastating secrets must be hidden.

 

Random Excerpts from Alone

Karl nodded. “My first time in one of these. You fly these puppies much?”

Fred laughed. “No worries. I’ve been flying Beavers most of my life. You’re in good hands.”

With the door still open, the pilot manipulated the controls on the dash; starting the sequence for takeoff. The pilot coaxed the reluctant engine. The machine began tick- tick- splutter-coughing into rhythm. Puffs of blue, shot from the exhaust, permeated the cabin with a sickening stench. He leaned out, closed the door and began cutting through the waves towards the pass.

Karl’s hand tightened reflexively on the edge of his seat as Fred eased the control column back towards his lap and pushed open the throttle.

The plane picked up speed. As spray rose from the edges of the floats, the skies opened up. Rain sheeted the windscreen. Fred peered myopically through the window.

Karl closed his eyes willing the shuddering machine up into the air. The floats skittered over the white caps. He felt the Beaver lift and lurch vibrating as it rose into the sky. Then the whole plane rattled as Fred banked to the right.

Karl grabbed at the edge of his seat again as his whole body slid towards the ocean. His eyes widening in terror, as he pictured himself skidding off his perch and tumbling into the sea. Held in by an impossibly narrow seat belt, he clenched his butt cheeks trying to find purchase on the slippery leather seat. Instinctively, he let out a yelp as vertigo took over forcing him to close his eyes against the vision of his impending doom.

 

The last thing Karl felt like doing was celebrating, unless of course he was celebrating the fact he was still alive.

Sharp pain radiating from his right arm insinuated itself in his consciousness. As he tried to move, rough bark ripped at his shoulder giving him even more discomfort. He dropped his head back down on the mouldy leaves; giving into the waves of pain.

Feeling the cool evening dampness seeping under the log, Karl tried once again to get his bearings. His laboured breathing came in wet earthy gulps. He knew that he was in dire straits.

He listened carefully. A small stream gurgled as it wove its way through the moss. An evening bird chittered. Its lonely call echoed by another further away. Rustling leaves betrayed some small forest creature in search of its meal. Everything was amplified.

Karl shook his head clearing the last strangle hold of unconsciousness. Gritting his teeth against the pain shooting through his arm, he slid cautiously from beneath the fallen log. He waited half expecting a boot to suddenly connect with his head.

 

In an instant, the decision was taken out of her hands. As the next wave crashed over their bow, both girls were thrown out into the churning sea.

Shock turned to panic as their bodies were dragged further and further into the frigid water. Sara, blinded by the stinging salt water, reached out instinctively towards her younger sister. Forcing her eyes open, she caught sight of Mary inches away.

Her mouth was open as if she were in the midst of singing, her eyes stark with terror. Mary grabbed Sara and flailing with her sneaker burdened feet. She fought to bring them both to the surface.

Horror struck, they watched the runabout disappear beneath the waves.

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