Sub Rosa

When mid-life crisis and public nuisance coincide in the form of a volatile grocer can the question 'at what cost patronage' be answered? If not to the satisfaction of our estranged protagonist, with a customer (and potential new best friend) duct-taped to a vegetable cart in his chiller, can he then tackle the inevitable question of: what is love and how come I have so little of it? In Sub Rosa, as in any secret yearning kept 'under the rose' some frustrations cannot be conquered but may at least be abated…