The Redensive Epiphanies of Pouty Mcnavel
By David Gullen
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Victim or perpetrator, woman and man, she's on a journey, he's on a quest.
Doing what we all do - trying to understand.
It's just beyond his grasp, she knows it's around the next corner.
The Redensive Epiphanies of Pouty McNavel
Journeys, endings, and perhaps at last, understanding.
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The Redensive Epiphanies of Pouty Mcnavel - David Gullen
The Redensive Epiphanies of Pouty McNavel
Epiphanies - 1
The Redensive Epiphanies of Pouty McNavel
Edited by David Gullen
Copyright
First edition, published in the UK March 2016
Compilation copyright © 2016 David Gullen
Front cover Art copyright @ 2015 Sarah Ellender
Rear cover photograph copyright © 2015 Sumit Dam
Interior photographs copyright © 2015 Gordon Fraser
Interior ‘Cliff Lunt’ line Art copyright © 2015 Troy McClure
All stories original to this publication
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ISBN: 978-1-326-59923-2
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Interior design by David Gullen
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Introduction
In 1980, Olaf wrote a word. This year the rest of us wrote a few more. Also, some of us took pictures, and made works of art.
The fact that you are now holding the anthology that D.G. kindly pulled together from it all means that the rest is up to you.
The Redensive Epiphany of Pouty McNavel
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by Sarah Ellender
Petey Navelle blew into the little seaside town on the wings of a storm, driving a shiny black car and wearing a battered leather jacket. The wind shoved at him as he strode up the promenade under a lowering sky. Waves crashed against the concrete, and salt spray blew in his face, glistening in the gold stormlight.
He made his way to a steamed-up cafe he remembered from the last time, aware of heads turning as he pushed through the door. Petey took a seat in an olive vinyl booth and slung one arm along the back of the seat. Some new photos had gone up on the walls since he was last here. Seascapes, predictably, but done by somebody with a good eye who actually knew how to use a camera and pick their moment.
A waitress wandered over with a pad and pen. Petey lazily swept the gaze of his glorious green eyes down her body and back up again. She was a bit old for him, definitely over twenty three, and he wasn’t exactly a chubby-chaser. Still, no harm in making her think she was in with a chance. He sucked in his cheeks a little and gave her his best smoulder. She was speechless in the face of –
What’ll it be?
the waitress asked.
Petey raised an eyebrow at her. I’m in the mood for something hot. Any ideas?
It’s all on the board, the usual.
She looked at his face and her eyes widened. I’ll come back when you’ve decided.
I don’t want you to go.
He made a show of staring at the name tag on her left tit. Morag.
He rolled her name around his mouth. Give me the burger and chips.
Do you want beans with that?
Ok, she was helpless in the face of his dazzling good looks, offering him freebies with –
Beans are extra. Yes or no?
Morag buried her obvious attraction to him under an increasingly brusque manner.
Coffee,
he said. Make it strong and as black as my soul.
He winked.
Wouldn’t kill you to say please, would it?
Morag muttered as she turned and stalked off to hide her blushes and her frustrated desire. A long red plait swung behind her, reaching down to her ample arse.
While Petey waited for his food to arrive, he studied the scene outside. That glorious light wouldn’t last long, and it would be perfect with the pounding waves, and the whisking spray. He could see it now, the female on all fours, arse to the sea, the spray spurting up between her bum cheeks, smiling at him over her shoulder. Yeah, he could call it Pounded
. But the rules of the game, the rules of the work, meant he needed a local girl to put in the shot. The story of how he fucked her and his meditations on the experience went with it, accompanied by a black and white self-portrait.
He had to be quick before the rain came in. He looked around, hoping to find something young and juicy eying him back. Instead he got a