wisp

She was a big girl, nothing like her little wisp of a father.

There were only a few wisps of hair around it.

The night wisp had said that to run was a sure death.

She could still remember wisps of what it had felt like to hold that power.

Or a lost wisp of night wind trying to find its way in.

"Well, she was such a wisp of a thing when they found her."

The hope was thin just the same, and now is not a wisp.

She was a tiny thing, little more than a wisp of life.

The thoughts passed through his mind like wisps of air.

There was a wisp of smoke just over his head.

Wisp went still and slowly the hands fell away from his face.

His hair had gone completely white and it stood out in wisps.

Then he turned left and saw a wisp of smoke coming out from under the door to 307.

The Wisp first opened up in the winter of 1955-1956.

She looked up at the night wisp, her eyes wet.

They have to move like the will o' the wisp to keep ahead of the police.

The night wisp seemed to turn in the air for a time, considering.

We all stood frozen until the last wisp was gone.

The little woman swept a wisp of hair from her eyes.

He could just see wisps of it pass through the trees ahead.

He crept about for some time and came up with a little wisp.

She would never understand, he was sure, how those stray wisps made him feel.

They could just make out some movement on the ground, and a wisp of smoke coming from the building.

But for a few wisps on the horizon, the sky was clear.

The wisp had said to seek the answer or die.