Paperweight

Shikamaru raised a brow at the fluttering slip of paper beneath the rock before him. This was favorite patch of grass where he liked to lay and stare at the sky until he fell into a nice doze. His trusty rock was generally his sole companion.

So why was there a purple piece of paper crunched beneath it, waving in the wind?

He shrugged and reached down to remove the offending object, only to find three words written on it in black pen.

"Will you share?"

His brows drew together and he shook his head in irritation. 'What the hell?'

He replaced the piece of paper, laid back on the soft grass that was his preferred reprieve from the daily hassles of life... but it was no use. He could no longer focus on the pleasant parade of placid puffs above him.

As far as he knew, he was the only one to frequent this remote location. There was no question. That note was left for him.

"Creepy stalker," he grumbled aloud.

He slid an annoyed glance sideways to the rock that currently played the role of paperweight.

Only one way to find out...

He finished his note, capped his pen, replaced it in his vest pocket and slouched back down the hill.

The little paper fluttered in the breeze, a curt "Share what?" scrawled across its face.

Introducing: the letter P. For some reason, it played a preprosterously prominent part in this production.

Weird alliteration aside - I am trying my hand at drabbles. I'm in the middle of the next chapter for Pearl (look, another P) but I miss Shikamaru. So there.