The fingers of his free hand scraped the wall, felt the wood of a door, and he thrust himself against it.

The fingers were scraping enough of the cement away for Bonds to see.

He struggled to stop their plunge, but his fingers just scraped over stone.

That wall was moving upward frighteningly as his fingers scraped it.

She reached for him, and her fingers scraped across the rough stubble of his shaved head.

His fingers scraped hard into the wet earth and rounded stones at the creek's edge.

A long, thin finger appeared in the tiny circle of light, and scraped the paint with its nail.

My wrist felt rubbed raw where his finger had scraped along the skin.

His fingers scraped against the stone hard enough to draw blood.

My fingers just scraping the end I tried a last yearning lunge.