During the night, I woke up three or four times to the sound of fingers snapping.

The fingers snapped open, and the hand shot back into its closet, probably in shock.

"You got it" A finger snapping sound came out of the shadows.

His fingers came up and snapped once again and he didn't need to say any more.

He had his arms out, fingers snapping, ready to grab and crush.

Fingers snapped; two fell to the ground and were immediately tugged under.

His fingers snapped as he hit upon the gist of her thoughts.

He faced the building we had vacated, snapped his fingers.

My fingers snapped ineffectually just in front of his throat.

The arms lowered and the fingers snapped rhythmically: one, two, three.