An old notebook binder sat on the table. On the cover was a yellowed photo of a group of young women, the corners bent and torn.
Ellis opened the book, and several pages fell out because the warped rings didn’t line up right.
“If you don’t find it in the index, look very carefully through the entire catalogue,” the matchmaker said.
The photos inside were so old, the color had faded to the point Ellis couldn’t distinguish any faces. Silhouettes were the only hint the models were female.
He wasn’t sure if he’d ever find a wife.
Thin spiral notebook 
Hmmm, are these women in the old pictures growing older waiting? Or are they summoned by the choosing of the their photo? This has amazing potential! I love when a story makes me think.
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Sweet post and cute:)
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Kind of sad. I am not sure he will find true love looking through that book. ♥
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A sense of melancholy here. I’m not sure who the real loser is, Ellis or the models in the book?
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Ugh. Sounds like those old so-called professional dating services pre-Internet. Not that I’d know anything about that. 😉
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Feeling quite sorry for poor old Ellis. Great story, Tara!
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This was a wonderful and tantalising contribution – I’d love to know more about why and who and what next… thanks for linking up.
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That is incredibly sad. I wonder who gave him the binder, and whether the women are still waiting?
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You combined well-crafted mystery and nailed the prompt. well done, dude.
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A little bit mysterious, that one…I’d like to know who the women in the book are!
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