He never moved as the second lad cannoned into him, the extended fingers striking the middle of his chest.

His finger strikes a red button and the rocket hurtles on its way to the sun.

Instead of finding the lamp, my fingers struck a wall.

His fingers struck hard into the page to emphasize certain words.

As she lifted herself, her finger struck a sharp rock.

My half numbed fingers struck painfully against a solid surface I thought was rock, slipped over that.

His fingers struck the rod, knocked it a few inches, and he found it again.

And she held up her hands before her, fingers crooked and ready to strike.

His fingers struck her in the crotch, which was furry and warm.

But the plastic wrap was tight and his fingers struck at it uselessly.