The moon all that lit the alleyway when the man arrived. His footsteps were nearly silent, and his breath barely visible in the frigid evening air. All that was visible of him was a shadow flying across garbage cans and spooking stray cats. A homeless man slept nearby, his breath floating into the sky like miniature clouds .He came to a stop in front of a large wall at the end of the alley, and pulled out a spray can. He looked down slowly before shaking the can and lifting it to the wall. He sprayed a message quickly and stepped back to inspect his work.
Nodding to himself, the man began to walk out of the alleyway before heading back. It took only one second to make the crucial addition before leaving the alleyway behind. He threw the can to the side, among the other discarded garbage, and walked out into the night.
A homeless man got up from the shadows and calmly stepped over to the message. He smiled and shook his head before walking to the place where the spray can lay discarded. The homeless man picked it up and moved back to the message, spraying a small note below it. He lit a cigarette and walked to the other end of the alley, looking back only once to commit the wall to memory. He smiled to himself and continued on his way, puffing smoke into the night sky.
I believe in Sherlock Holmes
-GL
Thank you, Gregory
-SH