I stand here on the overpass contemplating life and the decisions we make. Particularly those we make in love. I look at my hands and they are bloody and hurt. A result from one of the earlier dares.

The policeman is pointing a stun gun at me. In any other circumstance I would have been innocent but this was her dare. My turn to oblige. Risk adds the spice to life and I like it spicy. I grip the head-sized rock as the shouts repeat, I can play the dare or I can give up.

You see, this was her plan. It started simple but she said she enjoyed it. I enjoyed it too. The sex after each dare was immense. The first was to successfully give a child one of those trick sweets where they taste like poo or bogey. Child’s play. Another was to play knock down ginger but with an extra bit to throw eggs as well. My heart raced on that one. These were simple but then we got risky.

Knife between the fingers was one she gave to me and that’s why my hands hurt. I gave her a dare of pushing people on bikes into the canals.

This must be her test. Her dare has been upgraded. It was originally to throw a big rock onto traffic below but I think I understand now her deeper intentions. With swiftness, I raise the rock…

“Ahhhhhhh!”