Day 7 Prompt: Fingers, Form: Prose, Device: Assonance

No assonance in this one.


Sideways glances.

 Watch the fingers flying.

 Quick looks at the sound of a laugh.

How can that mean anything?

In the silence there is happiness.

Friends reunited.

Ignoring the stares of curious strangers.

Exploits and confidences shared.

Concerns conveyed.

Relaxed, happy.

Relishing the company and conversation.

So much expression and meaning those wonderful fingers convey.

It’s music for the soul.


No fingers but a little assonance in this one:

How can we make it

Sound the same

When our accents

Are all different?