Part 365 – Wave Those Pom-Poms, Elsie, And Cheer Him On!

Ambrose laughed as Hildreth tried to stake him. “Look at the sad sack hunter fairy. Look at him fail.” More laughter.

Hildreth released a battle yell that would have impressed a Celtic warrior. He charged towards Ambrose, only to have him disappear. His laughter became louder and more obnoxious.

“Shut up! SHUT UP!”

“You’ll never catch me, hunter. You’ll never stake me. You’re weak. You’re pathetic. You’re a barely simmering pile of sloppy melted noodles. I’m better than you. Stronger. Faster. Smarter. Much more desirable. Just ask Elsie.” He laughed and laughed. “Elsie knows all about that.”


Hildreth opened his eyes. He sat up in bed and buried his face in his hands. He felt a strong need to scream or cry or sob, but the sound stayed all bottled and boxed up inside his chest.

He reached over, grabbed his phone, and dialed Elsie’s number.



“Hildreth? What’s wrong?”

“I can’t do it. I’m stupid for thinking I could. Elsie, come. Take me home. I…” He broke down. “I just can’t do it. I can’t get out of my own head.”


“Please, Elsie. Please come.”

There was a long silence on her side.

“Elsie. Are you still there?”


“Will you come?”


He sat there with his mouth open.

“It’s not that I don’t want to. But you went to Master Shinowa’s to become stronger. That’s what you wanted. Isn’t it?”


“So, you could become a better hunter.”

“A better fighting partner.”

“That’s what you said. If you give up and come back here, I’ll drag you over to the lookout bridge in Garvitt’s Park and throw you into the lake.”

He laughed. “Funny thing is, I think you would do that.”

“Of course, I would.”

“I love you.”

“I miss you. Train harder.”

He laughed again. “I don’t think that’s possible.”

“Then, train smarter. Learn.”

“And stop thinking. I know.”

A long pause passed between them. When they broke the silence, they did it in unison.

“Come back—”

“I’ll come back—”

“—to me—”

“—to you—”









2 thoughts on “Part 365 – Wave Those Pom-Poms, Elsie, And Cheer Him On!”

  1. Love the conversation between the Elsie and Hildreth. Just more proof that behind every guy who wants to be something is a woman pushing him to be a better person.

    And by the way, “Youโ€™re a barely simmering pile of sloppy melted noodles” is probably the funniest insult I’ve heard in ages. I laughed out loud and kept on laughing. I love the humor you put in your stories ๐Ÿ™‚

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    1. Thank you so much!

      I really enjoyed writing that whole conversation. Elsie and Hildreth are basically each other’s support systems. When one is weak, the other is there to be strong.

      And I’m glad that insult cracked you up. It amused me too. ๐Ÿ˜€

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