Alan P. Scott offers up a second 100 word story for your enlightenment.
Reshmi - flowering, sixteen - sells code from her loom. "Programs Woven Here," reversing Jacquard since age thirteen. Geeks buzz around her.Madhukar offers his tattered web browser.
"It needs patched."
Reshmi dimples.
"More a whole garment, think I. But no worries. It will be perfect."
Madhukar plunges.
"And...
"Would you dance with me at festival tomorrow?"
He is her first.
"Yes."
*
But she doesn't. Her stall empty, ransacked. Madhukar receives email with one large attachment: rewoven, as promised.
Madhukar clicks ever deeper into the deepest web. Madhukar can go anywhere. It's perfect - and he realizes who Reshmi angered.