Bog often sits up here on the roof of the community centre. It’s his haven. His safe place. Away from big brothers and daily strife. He sits up here and listens to the community groups which meet there through the dirty skylights, discussing grown-up woes and worries which thirteen-year-old Bog only half understands.
Today though, there’s a new group meeting at the centre. A small crowd of misfits claiming to be Buddha, God, Thor, Momma E and a range of minor deities are meeting to talk through their worries and their anguish and Bog is witness to their strange delusion.
Because they must be deluded.