I wrote this as a response to comment that made regarding another author’s drabble for a Person of Interest. The only thing my little fic has to do with Poi is the common mention of fruitcake.
Having a twister damage your home in December is not funny in any way, but thinking that a fruitcake could stand up to the storm’s wrath was, at least for me.
The twister hit in a freak December storm. The family left the basement when the storm had passed. The rooms looked like a giant had vacuumed up everything large and small out of the kitchen and living room like crumbs on the carpet. All that was left was the fruitcake a friend had given them, that Dad had jokingly placed on a stack of papers on his desk. The desk, papers, laptop, everything was gone, only the lone fruitcake remained where the desk once stood.