Mac Macavity’s Wondrous and Tragic Life

Macavity fiddled with the light bulb, spinning it while it illuminated the desk he was desperately trying procrastinate opening the black envelop sitting in his hand.
He could turn on the bedside lamp but the bulb was a keepsake, for it had long forgotten to extinguish its flame though it was connected to neither a power source or any form of energy. The sentimental value of it was enough to cause him a considerable outburst as it smashed. A mournful whimper while the light spilled from the broken pieces like golden yolk. The luminescence sunk into the carpet of his the musty room.

As you have perceived- matter seems to forget itself in the presence of Mac Macavity. This aura of ‘forgetfulness’ has a intense effect on people the most. At 5 years of age Mac’s father and mother rejected their own son and sent him to the streets. He could not control this ‘power’ and saw it more as a curse that occasionally worked in his favour. They forgot he was there son and assumed he was a pauper who had been squatting in their house. However survival came easy when the normal rules of society needn’t apply, relationships with people however did not come easy.

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Moreover, the basic laws of the universe didn’t apply to Macavity either. He was an outlaw in every aspect of the word, with one exception.

Newton.
To be specific: Newton’s Third Law.

What was taken has to be given back.

All though Macavity’s aura was seemingly random, he had identified certain patterns. The memories which he stole could not simply by destroyed but where placed in other objects. Brief moments, some bright and some dark embedded in the inanimate. The loose lightbulb that forgot to turn off had been his mother, shining so bright for the loneliest boy in the world. The previously bright blond colour of her hair had illuminated his world. Even long after she had lost memory of his name and face.

Macavity knew he had lost a piece of an angel that night in his forever shadowed study. His cheeks flushed and stinging eyes red with anguish and unbearable regret. Before leaving his dwelling he noted on a paper.

Let it be known,
that on this day,
The light has gone out in my life

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