On a rain-slicked Skid Row, where neon signs sputter and die, a cracked terrarium slips through the hands of Seymour Krelborn. Inside Mushnik’s flower shop, the air is a stale mix of bleach and wilted carnations. Here, our story begins, with the soft-voiced Audrey, her wrist bandaged, and the perpetually stressed Mr. Mushnik, whose concerns rarely stray from the bottom line.
But then, under th...
