Fluland published my latest short story, a noir:
He saw the girl on the side of the parkway. She looked about as out of place out in the Blue Ridge as in her nylon shorts and crop top and gaudy floral thigh tattoo as he did in his suit. She waved to his car. He drove past her. He’d only pick her up because he thought he’d get lucky and even if the chance arose he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He was working a case.