His eyes dart frantically,
his palms are sweating as they slide against each other
He grits his teeth trying to keep them one
He looks up at the old man
The sun is in his eyes,
He hears voices around-
Are they talking about him?
Are they saying he shouldn’t be here,
That he’s not worthy,
That he’s not worth the soot they sweep off the temple floor
His jaw clenches and he swallows.
He can’t show t...
