"Hey Annie, I think the blade is sharp enough." he said removing a full jug, capping it, and putting an empty one in its place.
Annie sitting,under the skeleton of an oak tree, continued her task without pause. "It can never be sharp enough."
"You're weird", he said, joking.
This is a continuation of Five Sentence Fiction - Night, Five Sentence Fiction - Blush, and Visual Dare 19: Depth
Visual Dare hosted by AnonymousLegacy. Each week you are given a prompt and must write a 100 word story based on the prompt.