Then he held out a tight fist and turned it upside down.

One hand drew into a tight fist in her lap.

Like a tight fist it began to relax, a finger at a time.

It felt as if a tight fist was holding his throat.

She held up the leading strings in a tight fist.

She stood there, her hands clenched into tight fists, looking in at it.

She reached for his hands and found them, in tight fists.

The small hand below the end of the sleeve was in a tight fist.

His hands were clenched into tight fists, but he made no sound that might stop the truth from being told finally.

The other curled into a tight fist in the dark.