Dust puffed from the old chair as it took his weight.
Dust puffed around my sneakers when I came down on the opposite side.
Dust puffed around his feet as shots fell close.
Dust puffed from the shoulder of the black jacket.
Dust puffed from the face of one of the undead.
Dust and ash puffed from beneath it again, this time sternward.
Dust puffed into the rain - momentarily, before it was dampened out of existence.
Dust puffed through the fibers of the linen shirt.
Small cracks ran down the middle of the narrow road, and dust puffed into the air above the cracks.
The floor quivered, and dust puffed from between the minuscule cracks in the stone tiles.
