Fleck

two flecks of Lard cut with your knife

With teeth they smooth their work, as on it slips, And flecks of wool stick to their wither'd lips

A single fleck of wool from his sock got caught on a splintery floorboard and that was enough to convict him.

So fret not, like an idle girl, / That life is dash'd with flecks of sin. / Abide: thy wealth is gathered in, / When Time hath sunder'd shell from pearl.

a fleck of hope

a fleck of imagination

So this was my future home, I thought![…]Backed by towering hills, the but faintly discernible purple line of the French boundary off to the southwest, a sky of palest Gobelin flecked with fat, fleecy little clouds, it in truth looked a dear little city; the city of one's dreams.

It was a perfect June day, with only a few light clouds flecking a pure blue sky.