Remains Of The Richest Man In The World - short excerpt

A brief excerpt from one of my favourite of my children, The Remains Of The Richest Man In The World, published in Crimewave 6: Breaking Point.
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Had she at some point sat down - as Gillespie had himself in some less focused way - and looked at her life. A really good hard look: forty-odd years. All those mad times, growing up too fast, living rough, then, after becoming a Gillespie, in each other's pockets; the kind of life you always hoped for. Never quite managing to savour the moment, because there had been so fucking many, but in living so fast, turning around finally to find it crumbling quickly, like a house full of rot. And then living the last fifteen, twenty years, looking back at it with at first fondness, then regret, and then finally bitterness at what was remaining, and worse: still to come.
Sometimes a rented terrace , a pretty little garden and a Jack Russell terrier seemed like a poor result for a life that had once been just fucking luminous.