Richard reached past her shoulder and turned on the hall light.

He'd found the answer for himself, looking upward to the wall, past her shoulder.

They always seemed to be searching past a man's shoulder- For what?

The captain realized it came from above, past his shoulder.

She talked to them, and they glared at him past her shoulder.

She had long brown hair that swung past her shoulders.

Looking out past his shoulder at what was happening on the far side of the clearing.

As he moved past the man's shoulder on his way back, Harry could not help glancing down at the book.

It was a young man, maybe a year or two younger than Jeremy, with red hair past his shoulders.

Then her eyes drifted away, focused in the middle distance past his shoulder.