Hold Me Closer, Tiny Dancer

Transgressive Flash Fiction - It was the last time…

Apr 19, 2026

Content Warning - Dark Fiction

I picked Emily up after the dance recital. Her parents had said to take her straight home.

“No disrespect Jimmy, but a bum like you isn’t good enough for our Emily. Bring her back from class, a chance to say goodbye. We’re leaving for the south of France tomorrow. Our summer break will give you the chance to move on. Get a new girl. When we come back, Emily starts with The National. There won’t be time for boyfriends.”

Didn’t they realise watching her dance filled me with pride. She was my tiny dancer.

We’d met last summer in town when I finished a gig at the Empire — I didn’t get many. After, she was waiting by my car with her pirate’s smile.

“I like how you play the guitar. It’s part of you. You play from the inside… out.”

I wasn’t sure what she meant, but I liked the way she felt — from the outside, in — as I pulled down her blue jeans and fucked her on the back seat later that night.

Now ten months on, driving away from the theatre, I tell her this is meant to be OUR last time.

Tears stream down her face. But she understands. Her parents only want the best for her.

“NO!” I shout. “Let’s go. Leave. Just the two of us. Together.”

I can’t bear to be without her.

“That’s not right Jimmy. I have to dance.”

My eyes sting, as I fight back the hurt.

I pull up in the car park of our deserted small town beach. Leaning over, I gently lick the salty tears from her face. My hand begins to shake as I trace the curve of her breast, up across her clavicle to meet the soft area at the base of her throat.

Tenderly our lips meet.

It’s the only way… With increasing pressure, I slowly, but resolutely, strangle the life from my tiny dancer — sucking the last breath out of her, as we kiss.

And now, she’s in me.

I start up the engine. Stroke her delicate, motionless fingers. Put my foot on the accelerator, and speed towards the cliff edge.

We crash through the wooden fence and glide through the air — nothing but the sea below — the sky above — and tiny dancer in my hand.

Flying.

Dancing.

Always with me…

Listen to Tiny Dancer…

I have never really been a fan of Elton John, although one of the first songs I ever remember hearing on the radio when I was very, very young was - Daniel. And I liked how it told a story.

Tiny Dancer is a bit all over the place storywise. So I wrote this one for it. Later I found out Tiny Dancer was about Bernie Taupins partner of the time. He wrote all of Elton’s lyrics.

I should add the tune has an emotional attachment for me. One of my kids played it in the car when she was a young teen. She found Elton John with no help from me.

I have used a few of the lyrics - and put them in italics.

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