His clothing, including the beloved baseball cap, lay in a neat pile beside him.

Two hours later the remains, plastic sheeting, hair, and clothing lay in a body bag.

A chest stood open, and clothing lay scattered across the floor.

Their discarded clothing lay in a heap on the deck.

He was bleeding from a number of cuts before his clothing lay tumbled on the floor.

Then, impulsively, she rose and walked to where her discarded clothing lay.

Her clothing lay on the floor as though it had never covered her flesh.

The clothing lay in a sodden mass on the floor.

The man in plain, dark clothing laid a coin on his table, rose, and walked quietly out.

His clothing and his small medical kit lay on the bench just where he had left them, apparently untouched.