Some warmer shape flitted from cover to cover, flashed between rocks - "Slow that down!"

The shape had flitted along the wall beside her, to merge with deep darkness.

Dark shapes flitted among them, shadows that lacked substance yet had eyes of fire.

A shape flitted out of shadow, to poise on the grass at the water's edge: upright, slim, white as the moon.

Within their scattered ranks flitted the dark shapes of airborne predators.

Weird shapes flitted about in it, their outlines never clear, never quite recognisable.

Huge, dark shapes flit languidly between the trees, sinister, dangerous.

The small, dark shapes of fishes flitted in its depths.

This fantastic shape flitted across the street, and melted into the blackness in front of the old apartment house.

Under the bleachers in front of me, a shape flitted across the headlights of the hearse.