She pricked her finger on a thorn.
He pointed his finger at the map.
The pianist’s fingers danced across the keys.
She wore a ring on her ring finger.
The child sucked on his thumb.
The guitarist plucked the strings with his fingers.
He used his index finger to push the button.
She counted on her fingers.
The detective dusted for fingerprints.
The baby’s tiny fingers gripped the toy.
The doctor examined the patient’s swollen finger.
She held the fragile vase with great care, using her fingertips.
The chef chopped vegetables with precision, avoiding his fingers.
The magician made a coin disappear with a snap of his fingers.
He gestured with a flick of his fingers.
She traced a heart shape on the foggy window with her finger.
He wrote his name with his finger in the sand.
The artist smudged the charcoal with his fingers.
She pressed her fingers to her lips, deep in thought.
He snapped his fingers to get her attention.
She adjusted her glasses with her index finger.
The jewelry store displayed delicate rings for every finger.
The nurse wrapped the bandage around the injured finger.
He bit his nails when he was nervous.
The musician tuned his guitar by ear and plucked each string with his fingers.
She twirled her hair around her finger absentmindedly.
He gently tapped his fingers on the table in rhythm.
The child pointed at the rainbow with an excited finger.
She used her thumb to swipe through the photos on her phone.
He typed swiftly with his fingers on the keyboard.
The artist blended the colors on the canvas with his fingers.
She held the delicate porcelain teacup by the handle, not the rim.
He snapped his fingers and the lights turned off.
She gestured to follow her with a nod of her head and finger.
He wrapped his fingers around the steering wheel.
She carefully untangled the knot in her shoelaces with her fingers.
He wore gloves to protect his fingers from the cold.
She gently stroked the cat’s fur with her fingers.
He counted the money with his fingers.
She applied the lipstick with a careful swipe of her finger.
He carefully balanced the book on his fingertip.
She wiped the sweat from her forehead with her sleeve-covered finger.
He picked up the pen and started to write with great speed.
She pointed out constellations in the night sky with her finger.
He used his middle finger to scroll on the touchpad.
She pressed her finger to her lips, signaling for silence.
He tapped his finger to the beat of the music.
She reached for the top shelf with her outstretched fingers.
He traced a line in the sand with his finger.
She pressed her fingers to her temples in frustration.
He touched the hot stove with his finger and yelped in pain.
She put her fingers to her lips to shush the noisy crowd.
He held up his finger to ask for a moment of silence.
She clenched her fists, her fingers turning white.
He scratched his head with his fingers, trying to remember.
She counted to ten on her fingers.
He pointed at the interesting artifact with his finger.
She tied a bow with a piece of string around the gift using her fingers.
He flipped the switch on and off with his thumb.
She plucked a flower and twirled it between her fingers.
He cracked his knuckles by bending his fingers.
She carefully applied nail polish to each finger.
He tapped his finger impatiently on the table.
She traced a heart shape in the sand with her big toe.
He turned the key with his fingers, unlocking the door.
She pinched her cheeks to add a rosy blush.
He snapped his fingers to the rhythm of the music.
She grabbed the rope with her fingers and pulled.
He gestured with a raised index finger.
She gently brushed her hair away from her face.
He rubbed his fingers together to warm them up.
She examined the fine print with a magnifying glass.
He pointed at the distant mountain peak with his finger.
She wiped away a tear with the back of her hand.
He counted the seconds on his fingers.
She tapped her finger to her chin, lost in thought.
He picked up the dice and rolled them with a flick of his wrist.
She wrote her name in the sand with her finger.
He scratched his nose with his thumb.
She squeezed her eyes shut and crossed her fingers.
He traced patterns on the frosty windowpane with his finger.
She stirred the soup with a wooden spoon.
He swiped his card through the reader with a quick motion.
She used her index finger to dial the phone number.
He picked up a grain of sand and examined it closely.
She felt the texture of the fabric with her fingertips.
He drummed his fingers on the table, creating a rhythmic beat.
She held the delicate flower between her thumb and forefinger.
He gestured to come closer with a beckoning finger.
She scratched her dog’s ear with her fingers.
He pointed out the constellations in the night sky with his finger.
She pressed her finger to her lips, signaling for quiet.
He waved his finger in a playful scolding gesture.
She counted her change with quick fingers.
He rolled the dice with a shake of his hand.
She turned the page of the book with her thumb.
He traced his finger along the spine of the old book.
She scratched her head with a puzzled expression.
He tapped his fingers on the tabletop in impatience.
She clasped her hands together, fingers intertwined.
He dipped his finger into the paint and began to create a masterpiece.
She pointed out the landmarks with enthusiasm.
He scratched an itch on his nose with his finger.
She twisted her hair around her finger while thinking.
He held the delicate flower with gentle fingers.
She pointed to the exit with her thumb.
He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the song.
She plucked the string of the guitar with her fingers.
He scratched his beard with his fingertips.
She beckoned with a crook of her finger.
He drummed his fingers on the armrest of the chair.
She examined the delicate lace with a careful touch.
He snapped his fingers to catch their attention.
She pressed her fingers to her temples in an attempt to ease a headache.
He flipped the coin into the air with his thumb.
She gestured to wait with a raised finger.
He counted the petals of the flower with his fingertips.
She twirled her hair around her finger as she daydreamed.
He flicked the light switch with his thumb.
She pointed at the distant horizon with her finger.
He traced the lines on a map with his fingertip.
She reached out to touch the water with her fingers.
He brushed away a tear with the back of his hand.
She gripped the edge of the cliff with her fingers.
He clenched his fists, his fingers white with tension.
She turned the key in the lock with her fingers.
He twirled the pen between his fingers as he thought.
She snapped her fingers to the beat of the music.
He pressed his fingers to his lips, deep in thought.
She gently brushed a strand of hair from her face.
He tapped his fingers on the table, lost in reverie.
She counted the stars with her fingers.
He held the fragile china teacup with care, using his fingertips.
She dug her fingers into the sand.
He wrapped the bandage around the injured finger.
She held her breath and crossed her fingers.
He pointed to the painting with his index finger.
She traced a heart shape on the misty window with her finger.
He used his thumb to swipe through the photos on his phone.
She applied the ointment to the wound with her fingers.
He gently touched the patient’s forehead with his fingertips.
She plucked a grape from the vine with her fingers.
He wrote a message in the sand with his finger.
She pressed her fingers to her temples, trying to ease a headache.
He gestured for them to be quiet with a hush of his finger.
She wrapped her fingers around the mug of hot chocolate.
He pointed at the scoreboard with his finger.
She turned the knob with her fingers.
He tapped his fingers on the table to the rhythm of the music.
She counted the days on her fingers.