The Explosion

Everyone around him was scrambling to the door. He sat there, clutching the handlebar tightly, his knucles white. He was frozen to the spot ever since someone shouted "HEY THIS BAG...THE GUY WHO GOT DOWN DIDN'T TAKE IT WITH HIM!". In a minute, the bus was empty. He too had managed to get his feet working. He saw the bomb squad had arrived.

The inevitable explosion happened. No, the bag was OK. It just had a few papers. No RDX. What exploded into tiny shreds was his innocence. His carefree trust.