Matthew Elstran

Emily Matthew Elstran

Emily possessed an inexhaustible treasure of facial expression and her expressions were genuine. She had lively, thin, dark, eyebrows, arched above eyes that could shift from a placid softness to a razor sharp glare with an astonishing suddenness. Her mouth and lips formed into a vast array of configurations that were expressive of even the most subtle mood change. Tim felt as if he were peering directly at a soul unmasked, a soul that had grown to maturity without being tarnished by the sarcasm, the skepticism, the cynicism, and all the other ism's and asm's that plague civilization. A soul that had clung tenaciously to the childlike wonder, optimism, hope, that is so often lost. Indeed, it was the loss of these that Tim lamented and their re-turn that he longed for, though, this was as yet, unclear to him.