Wing, "Christmas Comes First on the Banks") "The men sit on the edge of the pens, the big white and silver fish between their knees, ripping with knives and tearing with hands, heaving the disemboweled bodies into a central basket." (William G."A tall man, his shotgun slung behind his back with a length of plow line, dismounted and dropped his reins and crossed the little way to the cedar bolt." (Howard Bahr, The Year of Jubilo: A Novel of the Civil War.
"Still he came on, shoulders hunched, face twisted, wringing his hands, looking more like an old woman at a wake than an infantry combat soldier." (James Jones, The Thin Red Line, 1962)."Whenever you heard distant music somewhere in the town, maybe so faint you thought you imagined it, so thin you blamed the whistling of the streetcar wires, then you could track the sound down and find Caleb straddling his little velocipede, speechless with joy, his appleseed eyes dancing." (Anne Tyler, Searching for Caleb."Six boys came over the hill half an hour early that afternoon, running hard, their heads down, their forearms working, their breath whistling." (John Steinbeck, The Red Pony)."When Johnson Meechum came up the three steps of his purple double-wide trailer and opened the front door, his wife, Mabel, was waiting for him, her thin hands clenched on her hips, her tinted hair standing from her scalp in a tiny blue cloud." (Harry Crews, Celebration." His bare legs cooled by sprinklers, his bare feet on the feathery and succulent grass, and his mobile phone in his hand (he was awaiting Lionel's summons), Des took a turn round the grounds." (Martin Amis, Lionel Asbo: State of England."The spider skins lie on their sides, translucent and ragged, their legs drying in knots." (Annie Dillard, Holy the Firm, 1977)."Bolenciecwcz was staring at the floor now, trying to think, his great brow furrowed, his huge hands rubbing together, his face red." (James Thurber, "University Days").Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. "Harry froze, his cut finger slipping on the jagged edge of the mirror again." (J.K."Roy circles the bases like a Mississippi steamboat, lights lit, flags fluttering, whistle banging, coming round the bend." (Bernard Malamud, The Natural, 1952).