The clock hands pointed to ten minutes after five.

Arthur looked around wildly, trying to think of somewhere he could hide the clock hand.

He'd buried the clock hand somewhere in the middle.

The clock hand was glowing again, Arthur saw, light gathering at the point.

Arthur might as well have hit him with a plastic clock hand.

Room corners are set like clock hands, but nothing is 9 o'clock or 3:30.

Faces and voices revolve in his mind like crazy clock hands.

A bucket holds an odd assortment of old clock hands.

Pointers like clock hands, but longer than a tree, moved slowly through the air.

Each time the two clock hands met, the male appeared to enter the female.