Pinboard Wizard - Friday Flash

We were milling aimlessly on the cork surface, just like the students outside on the green, only our frisbees capped our crowns. The great migration started inconspicuously when one of our number was plucked and removed to the furthest end of the frame pinning a green handwritten note. Gradually more and more of us followed, with typed, pictured, poorly Xeroxed notices and fliers. But it wasn’t for us to judge what we played host to. We only had to pinion them fast in place.
We anchored love affairs and lost items being returned to their owners. We oversaw money making enterprises and charitable deeds both. We silently monitored exchanges both fair and lopsided. We were responsible for people coming together to protest and take action. We rolled out a red cork carpet to new bands and poetry societies. All human wants hopes and offers were pinned on us. 
And some of us suffered for our staunch superintendence. There were squabbles, where some of us were snatched from their current supervision and moved to double up on a piece of paper with a fellow pin. Leaving the pillaged paper to float down to the ground all forsaken. Other brother pins were covered up as a new flyer was insolently just pinned up over their entire handbill, the stud pushing through its impression in the new notice but remaining all forlorn. Some pins lost their caps. Others had their ramrod spines bent and became invalided from service. Chunks of corkboard eroded, making our bailiwick shrink and huddling us closer together and stirring up more agitation accordingly. 

But eventually there were fewer and fewer notices pinned by and to us. The existing ones were never refreshed, but allowed to turn yellow and crumple and curl at their edges. The dust was no longer swept from the wooden frame of the corkboard which continued to seep its fibre on to the floor. We no longer had audiences stood in front of us admiring our pinnywork as they read. Instead the students walked by with their noses glued to tablets and phones advertising their wares. Nobody played frisbee out on the college green anymore either.