Guest Post: Nereid Moon

By Amelia Cotter

I met Jake on a public bus, a chance encounter. It was an ordinary evening, early autumn, and still warm outside. It had rained earlier in the day, and the air smelled of nostalgia and the coming winter. The bus was mostly empty, save for a few scruffy-looking gentlemen gathered in the front rows and Jake sitting at the back.

He was in the second to last…