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: Because there just isn't enough angst in the world of Joan of Arcadia, the Sorrow challenge was created.
I decided to focus on Adam Rove's visits to his mother's grave.
His pain is my pain,
Everwood2003
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Author: Everwood2003
Title: Counting Steps
Word Count: I would say 100…except I'd be lying.
Challenge: Sorrow
Adam finds it odd that, though he's visited his mother's grave every single year since her death, the grief is just as raw as the day he was forced to toss a handful of dirt onto her casket.
He walks with trepidation, a bouquet of white lilies clutched in his hands, and counts the number of steps that it takes to get from the front gates to her final resting place.
As soon as he's five feet from her grave he finds that his feet refuse to carry him any further. He once stood there for a full hour until his father, worried that he'd been gone so long, found him and walked with him the rest of the way.
He feels a gentle hand on his arm and turns to look into warm brown eyes, questioning whether or not he's ready to go ahead.
Adam nods, allowing Jane to take a hold of his hand, and they both count steps the rest of the way.
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Author's Notes: Because there just isn't enough angst in the world of Joan of Arcadia, the Sorrow challenge was created.
I decided to focus on Adam Rove's visits to his mother's grave.
His pain is my pain,
Everwood2003
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Author: Everwood2003
Title: Counting Steps
Word Count: I would say 100…except I'd be lying.
Challenge: Sorrow
Adam finds it odd that, though he's visited his mother's grave every single year since her death, the grief is just as raw as the day he was forced to toss a handful of dirt onto her casket.
He walks with trepidation, a bouquet of white lilies clutched in his hands, and counts the number of steps that it takes to get from the front gates to her final resting place.
As soon as he's five feet from her grave he finds that his feet refuse to carry him any further. He once stood there for a full hour until his father, worried that he'd been gone so long, found him and walked with him the rest of the way.
He feels a gentle hand on his arm and turns to look into warm brown eyes, questioning whether or not he's ready to go ahead.
Adam nods, allowing Jane to take a hold of his hand, and they both count steps the rest of the way.