Ashley

“The out of the way places,” Rod Serling called them, those tiny hamlets and villages that dot the landscape of the endless fields of flyover country, their subsistence and survival a matter of consequence only to their own inhabitants. Ashley, Kansas, was one of those places, forgotten, inconsequential, not even a speck on the map, its very existence a question mark in the first place, but a gateway to the boundless possibilities of a million universes.