“Open it,” her best friend insisted with impatience lacing her soprano voice.

Amber waved the stiff paper through the air with a limp-wristed gesture. “Can’t I just admire 2011’s color of the year?”

Olivia’s snort was loud enough to shake her narrow frame right on down into the cushioned chair. “You’re such a damn design nerd.”

“I was,” Amber retorted snippily.

 

For Six Sentence Sunday.