'Every cloud' by Jo Putt

       Quickly rallying after the sudden violent deaths of my parents in separate, freak accidents, I faced up to the daily indignities and cruelties meted out to me by my remaining family. I took immediate steps to overcome my illiteracy and inherited stupidity and, to finance my intellectual betterment, elected to sell the organs and limbs I would not need. Liberated from so many bodily concerns, I achieved unimagined academic heights and rose, like a child’s balloon, above and beyond the institutions that had nurtured me, floating high and free on great silver-lined clouds of pure and untainted thought