/ #real #me #ad
Now she really had to hurry up! If she would not be on her way in less than 10 minutes, she risked being late. Under no circumstances did Adda want to dare that.
She flipped her hair.
Black or blue tights?
Adda took a quick look at the pink smartphone that was lying on the dresser next to her.
[I’ll keep my fingers crossed for you! Marie]
In moments of great importance she could always count on her best friend.
She flipped her hair. Blonde locks.
“Pdnng!” [New, new, new: As of now our bags are available in …]
Adda opted for the classic one: black. While she tugged the stockings up her legs, she thought about the exact words she wanted to say soon.
She flipped her hair. Blonde locks. The mouth slightly opened.
Otto, Addas elderly guinea pig, watched her from his cosy corner quietly.
“Pdnng!” [The deal of the day is hot, hotter and even …]
Naturally, Adda did not forget him. She sprinted to the kitchen and returned to the combined living and bedroom of her small apartment with a bright orange carrot in her hand.
She flipped her hair. Blonde locks. The mouth slightly opened. A soft smile.
“Pdnng!” [Take your chance to earn 10,000 pounds with only …]
Otto happily welcomed the meal Adda served him. “Kkrrrbs, kkrrrbs, kkrrrbs …”
“Klnnng.” “Aaargh, nooo!” An earring had slipped out of her hand and vanished under the chest of drawers beyond Adda’s reach. Oh no, not that! Her lucky charms – silver starfishes. She was desperate to wear them on such a decisive day.
“Pdnng!” [Grab now or you’ll lose forever …]
Adda looked around and scanned the room. “Kkrrrbs, kkrrrbs, kkrrrbs …” Otto nibbled at his carrot.
She flipped her hair. Blonde locks. The mouth slightly opened. A soft smile. Beam of sunlight.
There! That was it! She grasped the wooden backscratcher that she had brought back from a journey and placed on her bookshelf as decorative object.
“Pdnng!” [Last offer – it’s never going to get any cheaper …]
It was actually incredible how low-priced it had been considering the elaborate hand-carved ornaments. Adda fetched her earring with it in no time. “Tadaaa!” She put it on swiftly, slipped into ballet flats and a leather jacket and threw a red handbag over her shoulder. Had she thought of everything?
She flipped her hair. Blonde locks. The mouth slightly opened. A soft smile. Beam of sunlight. White teeth twinkled.
Yep. She was ready to go! “Bye, Otto!” Otto raised his eyes, squeaked three times and started running laps around his cage. “Rrrmmms!” The door clicked shut. Adda was on her way.
“Pdnng!” [Must-have: The world’s best backscratcher …]
Inside the apartment the guinea pig was still racing around in circles. Fast, faster and faster, then suddenly it jumped up high. The tiny feet took off the ground and very gently, like in slow-motion, Otto floated through the air.
He flipped his hair. Blonde locks. The mouth slightly opened. A soft smile. Beam of sunlight. Sharp teeth twinkled.
N. A. Vague (born in Berlin, Germany) is an emerging fine art photographer who creates staged self-portraits and still lifes. Influenced by a degree in marketing communications and jobs in the media industry her work explores the relationship between media and popular culture as well as the clash between inner calm and outer noise. N. A. Vague is currently based in Munich, Germany.