Rob Tyler writes short fiction on themes of love, loss, and transformation. Elements of science, fantasy, and the absurd leaven his work. He doubles as a marketing writer with a software company to pay the mortgage on his crooked Victorian house in Fairport, New York. When he’s not pounding the keyboard, you might find him running trails in Mendon Ponds Park or canoe camping in the Adirondacks or ensconced in an overstuffed wing chair with a book and the strangely aloof cat rescued from Attica prison some years ago. She usually sits just out of reach and ignores him. His two, brilliant, 20-something daughters are farther away, but ignore him less, for which he is grateful.