For Chuck Wendig’s 100 word Flash Fiction challenge, here: http://terribleminds.com/ramble/2015/03/20/flash-fiction-challenge-100-words-only/
Mary jumped through the mirror, just as the shadow hounds found her. She landed in an unfamiliar bedroom, with faded pink walls.
Twelve mirrors and still no sign of Silverwood. That was decidedly bad luck. She checked the markings etched into the bottom right of the mirror.
A West Country mirror leading to another West Country mirror. She must have found her way into some local family circuit.
The sinister growling from behind the bed moved her legs into action, and she dived through the nearby wardrobe’s mirror door with her precious cargo, the message to Ryley, still gripped tightly.