Honey on Her Skin: Genre Undetermined

The scent of honey on her skin lured and repelled him at the same time. He knew what honey meant: sweetness in the death and starvation of other living creatures. He knew about women like him, who went to the gray market and sold their goods in places not regulated by common decency. He knew, even, where this specific woman lived, roughly, since he'd seen her in a few different gray markets and could triangulate well enough. And he knew that she said her honey was local and good for the asthma and allergies that half the people he knew had. A relic of the old, wasteful times, and the chemical residues that remained.


Inspiration: Burt's Bees hand lotion
Story potential: Low.
Notes: More of a setting or a character, I think. And then he goes to her house and finds she has an uncanny empathy with the animals--bees and a goat--and the bees voluntarily leave a row with larva, and etc. This story is also confused about whether it's fantasy or magic realism or sociological science fiction or what.