March 29, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about fingers that fly. Think about the different ways we use our fingers and what happens when we add speed. Go where the prompt leads.
As he aged, he found the only part of him that resembled flight were his fingers, and the advent of arthritis was threatening that.
It was the pleasure he derived from his morning sojourn into his blog and the generous fellow bloggers commenting on his humble writing and who allowed him to venture into their respective blog worlds.
He loved it when his fingers danced across the keyboard composing a response to the latest prompt that came his way.
His fingers were what kept him alive and wanting to be part of the wide and wonderful world of words.