It was all in the eyes, unmoving, not even a single blink, aimed at a faraway distance only he could see.
She sat bent and unmoving in her wheelchair, with a large canvas bag in her lap.
His eyes stared, flat black spots, unmoving, unblinking, giving out nothing.
He sat there as though youth had left him, unmoving, never lifting his eyes.
The next morning when Zarwell awoke he lay for a moment, unmoving.
He rested there, unmoving, with his face towards the wall, his arms clasped round his head to comfort it.
They stood very still, unmoving, unspeaking while the shower fell.
The shadow of the desk spread across the floor and in that shadow bulked a large, unmoving blackness.
He looked around the fixed cabin and out the porthole at the unmoving stars.
But as the man's face relaxed and he reached toward the biscuit plate his posture froze into an unmoving one—for just an instant.