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)