It was not yet dawn, but his captors led him in great bounds through the endless, musky-perfumed orchid gardens, small dark shapes with crooked legs, hunched shoulders, slim hairless tails carried, like his, in concentric spirals wound clockwise.
"The Thing in the Attic"
James Benjamin Blish
The gun moved again, this time clockwise.
"The Gun"
Philip K. Dick
The darting lights above him whirled, spiraled up, then down, clockwise, then counterclockwise, reminding him ...
"Eight Keys to Eden"
Mark Irvin Clifton