Gabrielle Hart straightened her back, squared her shoulders and picked a spot on the horizon to stare at. She was going to ignore everything around her, choosing instead to focus solely on that one orange sphere bobbing out at sea.
It didn’t matter how many beer cans were thrown her way, or how many tourists pawed at her uniform while pulling themselves into appropriate photo poses, she was going to give all her attention to that orange dot bobbing away out at sea.
In reality it was all she could do. It wasn’t as if her gun was actually loaded.
I saw this prompt a few days ago and since then I’ve been trying to work out what on earth I could write for it. I’ve seen some fantastic submissions from other writers but until now I’ve been unable to come up with anything at all.
At exactly one hundred words, I’m rather pleased with this attempt.