Disclaimer: I do not own anything pertaining to Joan of Arcadia. The concept, characters and show are all property of Barbara Hall and CBS. Bless her heart for creating such a great show!
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Author's Notes: This time, it's all about Joan (as if she doesn't get enough attention already, what with her own tv show and all…hee).
Just a quiet moment of reflection as Joan enjoys tranquility.
Amber Tamblyn really is quite beautiful,
Everwood2003
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Author: Everwood2003
Title: Watching Tranquility
Word Count: 100
Challenge: Joan
Joan sits on a wooden bench in the park, watching as the others joke about how age has caught up with her father.
"I'll have you know that I still have some steam left in me. They don't call your father 'Flash Girardi' for nothing, you know."
She laughs, but catches herself as soon as it dawns on her that moments like these have been few and far in between.
"That's not your fault, Joan."
Eyes wise beyond a little girl's bespectacled years turn to look into her own.
Joan just shrugs her shoulders before going back to watching from afar.
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Author's Notes: This time, it's all about Joan (as if she doesn't get enough attention already, what with her own tv show and all…hee).
Just a quiet moment of reflection as Joan enjoys tranquility.
Amber Tamblyn really is quite beautiful,
Everwood2003
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Author: Everwood2003
Title: Watching Tranquility
Word Count: 100
Challenge: Joan
Joan sits on a wooden bench in the park, watching as the others joke about how age has caught up with her father.
"I'll have you know that I still have some steam left in me. They don't call your father 'Flash Girardi' for nothing, you know."
She laughs, but catches herself as soon as it dawns on her that moments like these have been few and far in between.
"That's not your fault, Joan."
Eyes wise beyond a little girl's bespectacled years turn to look into her own.
Joan just shrugs her shoulders before going back to watching from afar.