Indian Short Stories

Before a week had passed, the place began to exert a weird fascination upon me. It is difficult to describe or to induce people to believe; but I felt as if the whole house was like a living organism slowly and imperceptibly digesting me by the action of some stupefying gastric juice. Perhaps the process had begun as soon as I set my foot in the house, but I distinctly remember the day on which I first was conscious of it.

Dorothy, a First Nations Elder on a remote reserve buys a military grade tank off the Internet; which starts the rumor mill as people try to figure out why she has one.

I am Indian. He is African. I know nothing of him, yet he’s my husband. I don’t know what his interests are. I don’t know the sound of his voice. I don’t even know what he looks like. I am worried about this marriage. Will he love me? Will I love him? Most importantly I wonder if the rumors are true about African men. If he is big…and can I handle that much man? My Arranged Marriage is a short erotic interracial romance. It is for mature readers only.