The Scent of: Sour, Bananas and Fear by Le'Bron James

Chapter 2: You're my... Dad?!

 I asked him, "Who are you?" nervously.

"I don't know," he replied while jumping towards me. "but I know who you are. Bananas?" he offered.

"No, I'm not bananas, but I could eat bananas." I corrected him.

"Ah, I missed you so much, Simon!" he daydreamed.

At the moment he said that I spat out the bananas from my mouth "Pfffft! How do you know my name?" I asked confusedly.

"I'm your father, but why did you spit out the banana?" he responded.

"Oh, they always do it in the movies and I always wanted to try it out," I said this time with my mouth full again.

"But PPFFFTT! HOLY SHIT! You're my dad?!" I said spitting the bananas out again.

My dad was a scruffy, late-middle-aged man, he looked like he was suffering from suvere anorexia.

"Yes, but sadly, I needed to leave our family because your mother thought I was insane just because I had a vision that the end of the world is coming TODAY! Now you need to go! Bye! Bring some bananas with you too! Oh, and don't forget, beware the lemons! Bye again!".

Then he pushed me into the ocean.

"Wait!" I yelled from the ocean, "Is it normal that I smell lemons".

My dad replied, "Of course! For instance, I can only smell lollipops, except for lolipops, which smell like feet. Bye!"

"Well, that was weird!" I said to myself.

I swam back to the boat, where Adam asked, "What happened, Simon?"

To Be Continued