Squeenie Drabble Challenge

Woo! The time has come! *runs around like an over-excited badger*

So, given my current SGA ficcing joy, we will, I think, embrace my obsession with how history will view people. Give me a character, and I will write a tiny fic about how they are viewed by history.

SDC #31: Whatever will they say about Diana Trent?

:: for katie__pillar ::

Whitney Leboutier, one of the western world’s leading art critics, tapped one sharpened, polished fingernail against her champagne glass and stood, head cocked, staring at a photograph on the bleached New York gallery wall.

“Good, isn’t it?” came a voice behind her.

“Mm,” she replied non-committedly. “Where’d you find it?”

Don Hammond, the gallery owner, shifted closer, and snagged a champagne glass from a passing waiter. “AP archives. I had Fleur going through before the exhibition. She’s got a good eye.”

“Great greens,” said Whitney, sketching the shape of the lush foliage. “And look at the sky – you can practically feel the humidity! When was it taken?”

“’69.”

The two of them stood staring for a moment, taking in the oppressive greens and earthy oranges, and the terrified look of the young American soldier.

“Who was the photographer?” asked Whitney eventually, taking a sip of champagne.

Don shrugged. “Some woman called Diana Trent.”

“Never heard of her.”

“Me neither. Fleur says she died in some old folks’ home years ago.”

Whitney shuddered. “Depressing.” She stood a moment longer, then nodded decisively. “It’s good. I’ll take it.” She moved away, then glanced back. “AP archives?” At Don’s nod, she pursed her lips thoughtfully. “Hm. I’ve got a free day or so. I might have a look-see for more of her work.”

She clacked off in her stilettos, and Don sketched a bow in the direction of the photograph. “Well, Diana Trent, you just got made.”