The child was asleep, his tiny pink fists balled, clutching at the fabric of his father's shirt.

Slowly he unwraps the blanket, releasing the baby's pink fists and legs.

Terrorized by her audacious act, Brianna waved her little pink fists and squalled louder, eyes squeezed shut.

Kezzie-or Jo-breathed, touching the little pink fist with a dirty forefinger.

Jessica watched motionless as a tiny pink fist thrust out of the blanket and waved, more fiercely now, crying, calling for a mother who would never come.

My client sat up in bed with his love letter crushed in one round pink fist, its envelope in the other.

Rex tugged at the safety pin with his small pink fists.

A small pink fist shot out into a random patch of light, clenched in concentration, then disappeared, meeting Roger's ribs with a solid thump.

The baby had punched her way out of the swaddling blanket and was waving pink fists, as though challenging her mother to a fight.