As he closed the wallet, a scrap of paper, hardly an inch square, slipped out and fluttered to the floor.

Thin scraps of cloth in the whole range of woodland colors fluttered and rustled in the wind, like the leaves themselves.

But the scrap of information fluttered away from his mind.

In the skirmish a scrap of paper fluttered to the ground.

A scrap of yellow from one of her broken wings fluttered in the wind.

A scrap of brown wool still fluttered in the sharp-toothed grasp of a young prickly ash.

A scrap of white paper fluttered across the field in a stir of air.

He opened his fingers, and the scraps fluttered onto his desk.

A few scraps of yellow crime-scene tape fluttered, caught in the shrubs outside the building.

The mast parted just below the spar from which only scraps of cordage fluttered.