Before him on the table sat a small box, the size of half his palm.

There was a similar one in the cup of her palm.

He reached a line of palms and moved along them toward the north.

I close the door behind him with a touch of my palm.

But she only had to look at the evidence of her palms to see that it must have been true.

He held them out on the flat of his palm.

"I am going to pass this through the center of your palm."

Her skin was cool under the heat of his palm.

She reached out and placed one of her palms against his.

It left a hole the size of a man's palm.