Hamon Arts Library Novels & Stories

‘Oops, sensitive topic,’ I thought to myself and for some reason, his reaction pleased me. “Yes, Saraya!” he enunciated in obvious anger. “Jamie took me out on a date two days ago, the day before my birthday, and after dinner, we took a cab to a newly built library slash art exhibition hall in downtown Manhattan.. He was offered a job as the Library Custodian and he wanted me to see the place knowing I love reading about Greek mythology. He was especially eager to show me his favourite artefacts.” “Artifacts?” “Yup. They have sculptures of Egyptians and Olympian gods, a few scrolls, and weapons of war, and we both went to the section and chatted about them.”

It was a look of interest, purely calculating, and it made me want to take a step back. It didn’t help matters that Sean Hammon was one of the best contemporary artists, who had made a name for himself while he was still in college. He opened his first gallery in his hometown of Newport City when he was twenty-four years old, which was obscenely young. And that was only five years ago! So, yes, I was intimidated. I needed to conduct myself to the best of my ability and make this meeting a success, or I won’t be able to forgive myself.