A fragment of slate lay in the dummy's lap.

The two fragments fell to the floor and lay there, twisting about like a dismembered reptile.

A nearby steeple had been broken off short and the fragments lay heaped beside it.

Toothpicks and fragments lay scattered for a dozen yards around.

This was the only piece large enough to inspect; the other shattered fragments lay jumbled together in a box nearby.

Upon the table lay a torn fragment of paper.

The figure was floating before her, an isolated fragment of whatever world lay there behind the greyness.

A fragment of twisted steel lay just out of reach.

Near it lay a fragment from the back of a small skull.

Other and less readily indentifiable fragments of disintegrated humanity lay among them.