Seven Syrups
Mr. Fass the snow cone vendor had always wished to live somewhere cold. He was fascinated by snow and yearned to trade the tropical heat for a change of seasons. Every day he scooped ice chips into cups and slathered one of his seven homemade syrupy sweet toppings, with condensed milk for the daring. Heaven on a hot day. He'd worked hard for years saving diligently until he had enough money to move to a country known for long winters and ample outdoor ice. A place with snow everywhere except in a cone. He lasted one January and immediately booked a ticket back home. Winter, it turns out, was not for him and he now just dips his hand into ice anytime he gets nostalgic for snow.