Urban Green Man: Urban Fantasy

The green man moved into the city slowly, not sure how or if he'd be able to find a home. He shifted himself thin through weeds that grew up in the cracks of the sidewalks, and he spread himself in great leaps across the trees that dotted the streets. He scowled at a highway and a bridge with nothing living on it, but the green dash of graffiti that spread across it like a growing vine was, he found, close enough to allow contact. That was the key, when he figured it out. The graffiti might not be a truly living, growing thing like what he was used to, but it did grow and spread, it was temporary, and he supposed it would even mostly go away in the winter, going into hibernation until the weather was good again. He found a garage with some ancient, ugly graffiti on it. It would only remain because the owner was too lazy to clean anything off. He could take up undisturbed residence here, if he chose. He did so choose. He had plans for this city, after all.


Inspiration: Photo of a Green Man graffiti painting on a garage door, at http://www.flickr.com/photos/shirleysvision/12802481225/in/explore-2014-02-26
Story potential: High.
Notes: High mostly because what plans would a Green Man have? Note: tone not good. Need something more personal, probably from a human POV, to open.