[Product of a Primal Urge]: 826.Drowning for Drabbles

The green arrow blinked brightly at me and I stepped on the gas, apparently slower than some would like as the huge SUV behind me nearly hit my bumper. Pulling out into the heavy afternoon traffic, I pushed hateful thoughts of other drivers aside and glanced in my rearview at the things in my backseat. I could clearly the fish-tank, filled with the only living things that currently wanted my presence. I knew my badge was gone, stuffed in the Captain’s desk and unused now. I knew she was still home, not following after me. I wouldn’t see her again.