STORY #14
Posted by Megan on Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Name: Unknown
Place of Origin: Windmill Chill
Description of Clip: pink
Other: storm, ice cream
Business at the Windmill Chill (Holland ice cream shop) was fairly slow due to thunder and lightning. Rain was on its way. Just before the storm began, a young woman with rich black hair pulled up and purchased a medium chocolate ice cream cone. Noticing a red basket full of free paperclips at the order-placing window, she picked a pink one to find out what this STORYclips revolution might be. Unfortunately, after reading a slip of paper explaining the task of CHAINging the world, the lady placed the paperclip back in the basket and drove off in her car. Looking out the window from inside the shop, Megan felt a pang of sadness that the woman chose not to participate. It was becoming the common response of those who were curious enough to select a paperclip, yet too busy to keep it. Nonetheless, the day went on, as did the storm. Wind began picking up speed. Out of the corner of her eye, Megan noticed--her paperclips!-- flying all the way across the parking lot. She scrambled to recover them, but managed to salvage every last one. It was then that she noticed the huge chocolate smudge running down that pink paperclip and its accompanied instructions. That, she decided, was a story enough for one clip. Although the chocolate stain is no longer visible on the pink paperclip itself, it is still there underneath.
Place of Origin: Windmill Chill
Description of Clip: pink
Other: storm, ice cream
Business at the Windmill Chill (Holland ice cream shop) was fairly slow due to thunder and lightning. Rain was on its way. Just before the storm began, a young woman with rich black hair pulled up and purchased a medium chocolate ice cream cone. Noticing a red basket full of free paperclips at the order-placing window, she picked a pink one to find out what this STORYclips revolution might be. Unfortunately, after reading a slip of paper explaining the task of CHAINging the world, the lady placed the paperclip back in the basket and drove off in her car. Looking out the window from inside the shop, Megan felt a pang of sadness that the woman chose not to participate. It was becoming the common response of those who were curious enough to select a paperclip, yet too busy to keep it. Nonetheless, the day went on, as did the storm. Wind began picking up speed. Out of the corner of her eye, Megan noticed--her paperclips!-- flying all the way across the parking lot. She scrambled to recover them, but managed to salvage every last one. It was then that she noticed the huge chocolate smudge running down that pink paperclip and its accompanied instructions. That, she decided, was a story enough for one clip. Although the chocolate stain is no longer visible on the pink paperclip itself, it is still there underneath.
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