They sat amid the devastation, oblivious. If not oblivious, at least resigned. The flood waters lay flat, motionless. Behind them, well, there used to be a house.
“Funny,” the first said, “how these daman chairs are bout the only thing to survive.”
“Yeah, funny,” agreed the second, dead-pan.
“Indestructible less you sit in them wrong.”
“Think FEMA will get their tails in gear this time?”
“You’re right. Probably not. Still……” And he was silent for a long moment. “There is always tomorrow.”