Nobody knew the name of the grey woman who lived by herself in a grey house on the edge of a grey cliff that overlooked a grey sea. When she died, they did not know who to call, for she had never had a single visitor in all the years they had known her.
Among her belongings, they found three battered diaries crammed full of poems, two withered roses, and a quilt sewn for a child that never was.
This is for Three Line Tales. Thanks to Sonya for running the challenge and Frank McKenna for providing the prompt photo!