The woman reached out with her arms, then fell back and lay still.

A woman with long brown hair lay on her back in a round bed.

The woman lay on her back, with the others, left behind.

A woman lay on the floor in the center of the room.

The man and woman lay where he had left them.

Near her lay a woman, older than herself, but still beautiful.

I looked back at the room in which the dead woman still lay.

When the shooting stopped, a man and a woman lay dead.

The woman lay against a wall, unconscious and nearly dead.

In the mouth of the bridge lay the dead woman.