WHITE HAT

A scorching hot barren deserted land, desolate and abandoned after every single resource was blindly extracted from it, unknowingly of the consequences, was all the man saw.

The man, simple and plain, dressed in all white from a white hat to white shoes, smiled. His work was cut out for him at the very least.

It was early in the morning, not a soul to be seen, he started. Taking white seeds out of his hat, digging out a bit of the earth and planting it. It was tedious and hard labor which he did, moving forward. Hours and hours of time went by, as the man worked as fast as he could, keeping his pace up.

By the time night had befallen him, he was almost done. One more seed, planting it, he looked to the sky, grinning brightly! His work, was finally done.

He kept on walking.

Morning followed, and the barren land was gone. The seeds planted, flourished into massive healthy plants, fertile and strong. The once dry land, now had its own river too, gushing and watering the plants. A huge floral meadow, grasslands, and a bright thick jungle already occupied by a diverse variety of animals had taken the place of rubble.

Sitting by the river, on a small stone, was a white hat. Filled with white seeds…

Black Hat

As the cold wind howled in the middle of the night on the outskirts of the bright city lights, a man stood. Clad in all black, from his hat, trench coat, to his shoes, he waited. A few minutes later, it began.

The cold wind picked up, a soft pitter patter of rain transformed into a heavy torrential thunderstorm. The powerful droplets, hitting everything, plummeted from the sky.

The man smiled, slowly removing his hat, turning it over. The black hat, filled with tiny beads, all black, was not even getting wet from the rain. Filling his pockets with them, the man slowly started walking. One bead at a time, fell from his coat with every step he took.

Reaching the other side of the city, pockets empty, the man took his hat off again, softly pressing it against his heart as he looked to the clearing night sky. The stars sparkled and gave a twinkle to his jet black eyes.

Exhaling, he closed them.
Morning followed, and helicopters were encircling the city, or where it used to be. Leveled. The whole city in rubble. It looked as if it was demolished by a nuclear missile. An official, stepping from the helicopter, stopped at the one odd patch at the end of the city. Under a black hat in the middle of the block of grass, were tiny black beads which resembled pebbles…