One Perfect Sentence - Magnificent May Challenge!

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Here in the Northern Hemisphere, the May blossom's out, trees are sprouting leaves and lambs are frolicking in the fields, which gives me inspiration for our magnificent May challenge:

Your One Perfect Sentence must include "Spring" or "spring", whichever suits your creative interpretation. (Plurals are allowed).

The rules are simple:

  • Each entry must be ONE sentence only, as defined by the basic rules of English grammar. We will notice if you squeeze unrelated clauses together and pretend it's a sentence, so please don't do it. Your entry will be disqualified and removed.

  • Don’t comment on other people's entries – this makes the thread far less readable. If you’d like to make a comment – or if you have a question – then please do so in Café Life, using the “One Perfect Sentence” prefix. I will keep checking the thread to answer any questions. If you have a question you don't want others to read, please private message me directly.

  • You can make as many entries as you want to.

  • IMPORTANT: You MUST make your entry anonymous by ticking the “Posting as Anonymous?” box. Entries that don’t do this will be removed.

Voting will open later this month.

Good luck and get writing! :writing-hand:
 
Spring had sprung and with a spring in her step, she tripped over the dandelion, falling headfirst into the briar patch.
 
"Look at the spring in her step," said the prosthetic surgeon.
 
As winter closed in about them, the children fell into dreamless sleep, and for a thousand years they slumbered, until the stirings of a weary spring called them back to waking, to face the challenge of a darker world.
 
Pulling the ripcord produced not a parachute, but a note saying, better flap hard, love D; and that was when I realised that Dave had been the spring of all my recent troubles.
 
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As I stepped into the circle to celebrate the Rites of Spring, I knew it would be my last ever dance.
 
In August, we marvelled at the vigour of the runner beans given the spring sowing, and disagreed over the optimum length of the pods and ideal cooking time, and then she told me about her diagnosis.
 
Replacing the spring in the ancient pocket watch was a timeless experience.
 
"I'll spring you," she whispered through the bars, "but you'll have to tell me where the money's buried, or they'll kill us both."
 
When the memoir 'My Eternal Spring' landed on my review pile, I steeled myself for the usual hollow promises of perpetual youth, but found instead a riveting chronicle of one woman's forty-year quest to build the perfect mousetrap.
 
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"Spring forward, Fall back," I muttered to myself, changing the time on the clock – but then, even as I admired the result... both hands dropped off.
 
In the springtime of our passion, I devised my escape should the seasons ever change.
 
There was a spring in my step, she said, and a flutter in my heart for you, I thought.
 
I would never be your Spring, your time of hope and promises and the sweet winds of change and chance, but perhaps I would be your Fall.
 
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No viler man could there be, an evil spirit as dark as Satan himself, a Devil, a familiar, he’ll walk tonight, in black darkness, with sharpened knife, striking long and deep the next victim of Spring-heeled Jack.
 
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I dismantled my pen, removed the spring, and flicked it into my protagonist's eye.
 
"Spring's coming!" my neighbour called joyfully from her garden as flowers began to bloom over the hastily-dug grave of her husband.
 
Eyes darted from person to shady person as we sat around the green table in the dark room: the coiled spring was about to go off, and no one knew who it would be aimed at.
 
"I swear if that over-made up harpy shrieks one more time, 'Just Spring into the air, and then down again, landing like little pieces of thistledown, ladies!' I will strangle her myself, with the laces of her pink trainers..."
 
I had never met a Spring that I didn't want to kill until Daniel Spring Jr.
 
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As the plane hurtled towards the tarmac, I wished I'd replaced the spring under the ejector seat.
 
The first day of spring dawned pink, cold and full of promise, as she stepped out to face the firing squad.
 
They had been carried far on the spring tide, before the unforgiving sea spat them out on the sharp, craggy rocks at the foot of the lighthouse.
 
The hard-baked summer passed, a damp autumn, freezing winter, and it was only in the blossoming of spring, after the neighbours disappeared and Marjorie had inexplicably stopped coming round for bridge, that I realised the new plants were carnivorous.
 
The spring equinox breeze swirling around the high ledge caught Nathan's fringe and launched towards the tiny gravel path below the last ounce of hope he possessed.
 
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Empty-pocketed Zelda hoped Jeremy would spring for the .45 even though it had been fired in last week's bank robbery.
 
Jay realised the ridiculousness of her question when the Azerbaijani taxi driver told her there were no seat belts for the blanket-over-springs rear seat.
 
A dozen soft recruits arrived late spring, barely time enough to see if one might have the Tamer's Touch for the monstrosity due this summer.
 
Time to spring to freedom, thought Jack as the box fell apart around him.
 
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