Author: Keith Rosser

“When are you going to take the rubbish down?” said Meritxell, irritation gnawing at the edge of her voice. Bernat stopped short in the kitchen doorway. The can of Estrella he’d just retrieved from the fridge burnt cold against his fingers. He glanced over at …

When Colin returned from the kitchen with his lunch, he was surprised to find the armchair nearest the window had acquired a salmon during his brief absence.  It brought to a wholly unexpected end the chair’s hitherto exemplary record of not containing fish.  Stranger yet, …

King Rupert IX watched anxiously from the royal balcony as the dragon descended into the courtyard below, the powerful down-draft from its wings sending market stalls careering in all directions and almost dislodging his crown. The graceless landing that followed was accompanied by a revolting …