The balls began to move, forming small orbits over his upheld palm.

No more than a sheen of wet over your palm.

He breathed over his palm and felt faint again, as a small part of himself flowed out.

She ran her fingers slowly over his palm and closed her eyes.

A tiny spot of light hovered over his palm.

He rolled it over his palm, watched its facets catch the light.

He played the rope out over his left palm and lowered the gun back down to himself.

But when he shook the cartridge case over his palm, nothing came out.

He turned the container upside down and shook it over his palm, but not even a drop remained.

It was really full, it had seeped all over his palm.