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The trailer park was deserted again, everyone at work or school. Emily kicked through fallen leaves to the arbour, smoking one of her aunt’s cigarettes.

Charred, with the withered remains of flowers clinging to it, the latticed arch looked like an abandoned roadside memorial. Which, Emily mused, it pretty much was. She walked around it, wondering if it was active as a jump point already. Looking around self-consciously, Emily stuck an arm through. It vanished up to the elbow. Swallowing hard, she jerked back. Her hand tingled.

Mirrored from Journal of a Something or Other.