He faced me, shaking his head, a wet dishrag dangling from his hand.

Eva sounded so much like Mama that it twisted my heart like a wet dishrag.

When she attempted to inhale, she gurgled as though she drew breath through a sopping wet dishrag.

Kaskan wasn't even struggling, just hung inert in tentacles straining to wring him out like a wet dishrag.

I followed with the two little wet dishrags, trying to keep my tired muscles from shaking too obviously.