That Spring, Sally’s Rolex’s spring broke and she was late to the revolution.
Protesters gathered by the springs—natural waters gurgled and rhetoric unfurled. Before long, they sprung on the police, or was it the other way around.
But Sally slept in and missed the violent and bloody Swiss Spring.
Here is my lighthearthed take for @jayna's 50 word story prompt contest, and as you can probably tell the prompt is spring. Hope you enjoyed it.