Truth Or Dare

Truth Or Dare

I should have told him.
Maybe it would have been a better idea to get clean about what I had done.
There was nothing better then telling the truth, relieving the burden upon one’s chest, the heaviness that came with the reflection of what happened, and the expectation of revelation.
On the other hand, he would have been mad, no, not just mad but furious. When he was furious he was frightening.
After all he was way past the 6 foot mark, imposing in stature and loud in voice.
That is not the person you would like to piss off.
Then why in the hell did I take is motorcycle to begin with?
He won’t notice the scratch. I am sure he won’t.
“Who in the hell touched my motorcycle?”
His booming voice broke through the large home like a wreaking ball.
Putting on an innocent smile, I looked into his direction.
“What happened?”

© Claudia H. Blanton 2014
This story was based on today’s writing prompt for the Daily Post

Is it possible to be too honest, or is honesty always the best policy?

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/01/03/daily-prompt-truth/