Chasing Silver

Instead of walking towards me like I expected, he turned away from me. His shoulders tense and hands clenched into a fist. The scruffy converse he wore scrapped against the linoleum floor leaving black line. Silver trudged forward and stopped until he was more that twenty feet away from me. He looked over his shoulder at me as though daring me to follow him. Pale blue eyes glinted with mischief and the air around him sparked with mystery. He jerked his head forward indicating to me he was going. It was that moment I realized what he wanted me to do. He wanted me to chase him. Chase him to wherever he was going.