An open palm slapped the side of my face hard.

She raised the left one only, showing him the open palm.

He held it out towards her in his open palm.

The woman making change, counting it out into my open palm then.

He sat down in the right seat and held out his open palm.

He slammed his open palm down on the table in front of him.

And the young man caught up with them, blue light balanced on one open palm.

Without thinking, I struck him across the face with my open palm.

Her voice was like a knife moving slowly across his open palm.

Then she nodded to herself and I down at my open palm.