Maxwell Pink Tells Stories

The morning was late, the sun was beating down making the heat hard to bear, even under the shade of the trees. As much as James wanted to make things with Indigo “present tense”, and as much Indigo wanted him to make them so, they both agreed the weather was too damn … (Continue reading The Tale of Indigo ~ Chapter 12)

Indigo was back within the safe walls of her tent. Granted, the tent’s walls were of nylon, but she perceived them as safe and that’s all that really mattered. She quickly searched for some item of clothing she could throw on. If it was a Rocket hitman’s gun she had heard and … (Continue reading The Tale of Indigo ~ Chapter 11)

James awoke to the sound of splashing in the nearby stream. Peeking through the leaves he swore he saw Indigo. He swore he saw Indigo in the buff. James decided he needed a better look, just to make sure it was her. He slid up the tree limb some and found a … (Continue reading The Tale of Indigo ~ Chapter 10)