The Sentinel had stood guard at the beach for as many years as anyone could remember.
In times of war, his rock steady gaze remained fixed on the horizon searching for enemy sea craft. When the hot sand was full of bathers, he scanned the beachscape for thieves, pickpockets, and other disturbers of summer's tranquility. If a beachgoer fell ill, he would quickly spot him or her and instantly summon aid.
But there is
no longer war, crime's eradicated, and illness has been abolished.
Yet the Sentinel still stands guard. What
does he watch for? What is his mission?
"There! 100 feet out, to
the left! An eight
year old peeing in the ocean!"
The Sentinel had stood guard at the beach for as many years as anyone
could remember.
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No matter how long I stood sentinel over this post, I could not get it down to the preferred length of 100 words for the Fabulous Friday Fictioneers. So I am presenting arms herein at 131 words, with picture prompt above and story based upon it below.
When you're ready to stand at attention and scan the horizon for the other Fictioneers, fix your rock steady gaze right here.
Well, I'm headed for the beach; gotta go to the ... ooops! That's a bit of TMI, I guess. I'll be on guard for you guys next week.

