by Gavin Biddlecombe

Hank drew at Champion’s reigns, directing him to the boisterous saloon, dismounted and moseyed up to the swinging doors, spurs clinking with each step.

The din settled within as the punters paused to examine their newest guest, silhouetted at the entrance. Hank ignored the rank, stale smell of sweat as he stepped forward, motioning to the barman.

“A bottle of sarsaparilla,” he called.

The barman reached under the counter.

Hank gripped the handle of his Colt revolver.

The crowd held their breath.

The barman’s hand appeared with a dirty brown bottle which he then slid across towards Hank. He released his grip and reached for the bottle. A slight nod put the barman at ease.

A spittoon rang in the background as the folk began to settle, prompting the piano’s jovial melody to pick up where it had been interrupted.


(Cliché Writing Challenge “Mosey” – 140 words) – Max 150 words


Continuing with the theme of flash fiction submissions to nonsensical challenges, “Mosey” becomes my second for the Cliché Writing Challenge, or as the first volume being released later in the year is called Tritely Challenged [Volume 1] (further information closer to the date of release).

I find when I’m writing these, my original ideas don’t make the final cut. When I start typing away and the the words fill up the page (screen or paper), the flow of the story begins, characters develop their own personalities and the scene appears, taking shape in my mind on how I want the place to look, feel and possibly smell. This is the flow that dictates the final outcome.

When I focus too much on sticking with the original plan, the creativity tends to dry up and that’s when I come to a dead-end. When this happens, I review my original thoughts and draft up another.  I don’t think I’ve wasted my time in making such changes as these often make up the bone structure (in part) for another story.

Let’s get the nib twitching…