Red ladder

Aaron brought his time machine to a screeching halt. He’d planned to visit Mohandes K. Gandhi before he became the Mahatma, because after all, he could never figure out the difference between “Mohandes” and “Mahatma.” But along the way he saw a construction zone – something starting in Barcelona.

When he emerged from the time machine, he shouted for joy. Yes, it was the Gaudi – La Sagrada Familia. Oh, how he wanted to be in on the ground floor of this one. Aaron loved his architecture, he loved his buildings, and this was the structure of all time. He looked for Gaudi himself at the site … but all he found were swarthy, sinewy Catalonians, sweating and smelling of manly scents. Aaron walked around the site.

Dust and dirt everywhere, but one spire had been built on the northwest corner of the site. A muscular Barcelonian worked near the top, standing on a platform. Aaron could see the contours of his physique, shadowed by the summer’s sun, and the glistening hair on his legs. The man wiped his brow and tore off his shirt and threw it toward the ground. It landed on Aaron’s face and he had the sudden scent of a Spanish construction worker …

This was definitely one of Aaron’s gay moments.