Today is World Refrigeration Day (I kid you not), celebrated yearly on the 26th of June, to mark the importance of refrigeration and the air conditioning we sometimes take for granted. It was initiated by refrigeration consultant Stephen Gill in 2019.
A little reminder to keep our food-and fond memories-safe.
Well…perhaps a few vegetables, a teacher-ghost and a grumpy loaf of sourdough bread will remind us to do it when we won’t.
Some things deserve another day. Some memories deserve restoration.
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Mrs Eileen Tan wanted to change her battered old refrigerator. The old contraption rattled. Hummed. And sneezed ice cubes.
But her grandfather would have protested.
Understandably.
He had given it to her.
But on a leftover evening, the busy mother noticed something–
Impossible.
Yet she had come across it before.
In webcam footage.
The overcooked broccoli from dinner the night before became crisp again.
“What…another union meeting to attend?” He shook his green florets and —
Reached for a clipboard.
Something Mrs Tan still had problems believing.
Selma, the sourdough bread loaf she had left there earlier-
Rose.
“If that alarm is going to blast one more time….” she gritted. The fermented yeast within her swelled.
Wilted carrot sticks stood upright.
“Eh. Who sounded the alarm?” Orange, the tallest of the sticks, groused while rubbing his eyes.
A familiar pair of Japanese cucumbers (Mrs Tan thought she had discarded them) got up, teapots ready. “Hai?”
A brass switch behind the vegetable drawer bore the word–
YESTERDAY.
An outdated setting.
Meanwhile, Elmo-Grover, the fridge ghost cross, watched from the countertop. White-faced and oddly charming, he was a neat blend of the two.
“Well. I did promise not to nag at the vegetables anymore. They’re rising themselves.”
Yes, they wouldn’t listen to him.
The fridge had become–
Their restorer.
Fridge Ghost Elmo-Grover scratched his white head. He had no answer for what had woken the vegetables.
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But it wasn’t a secret Mrs Tan could keep for long.
The entire neighbourhood soon came to know about the miracle fridge that could somehow bring errant foodstuff (and other stuff) to life.
So the estate pilgrimage to Mrs Tan’s home began.
People stood outside, in long, snaking queues, carrying-
Flat birthday cakes.
Wilted roses.
Damaged Megatrons.
They rose, in glorious white, their mechanical jowls grim and annoyed.
“We’re supposed to be in Cybertron. Why a fridge ?” One lashed.
“This…needs organisation and thinking through!” Broccoli, ever in union capacity, ruffled his florets with his pen in exasperation.
“Yes, let’s keep everyone in line.” Orange the Carrot turned hazard orange for the occasion.
The Japanese cucumbers set their teapots on one of the refrigerator’s panels. “Hai.”
Elmo-Grover nodded his ghastly white head in approval. The team of veggies was, at last, making itself useful.
The fridge restored every single perished good. And Mrs Tan refused a single dime in payment.
Neither did the Great Fridge.
It hummed on, barely remembered. Just used.
It never spoke. Its alarm, always pressed.
But smiles were restitution enough.
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The queues snaked on till a fateful afternoon when an elderly man placed a yellowed, dog-eared photograph in the fridge.
Of himself.
And his late wife.
Mrs Tan retrieved the photograph. The fridge had restored its colours to their full, vibrant hues.
Perfectly.
They glowed.
The torn edges had disappeared.
His wife was smiling, brighter than before.
Then, he glanced beside him. An empty space.
At the edge of his eye, a single tear.
The Great Fridge had restored. Or had it?
Broccoli shook his florets and sighed.
Orange the carrot turned off his coloured hazard and paused.
The dancing Japanese cucumbers stopped, kimonos circling in perfect time. “Hai.” They sighed.
Selma Sourdough remained –
Flat and sour.
The White Megatrons remained grim.
Elmo-Grover watched, his Casper-white form silent.
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That evening, Mrs Tan removed the brass alarm.
And replaced it with a handwritten note.
“Some memories deserve-
Restoration.”
“Yesterday” was no longer a setting.
The Great Fridge, ever stoic, continued to hum.
Selma Sourdough went back to her sour state (fermentation before rising, you know).
Broccoli put his florets aside and slept in his section of the compartment, glad there were no meetings.
The Japanese Cucumbers collected mirren sauce and set it aside.
Then poured tea in agreement. “Hai.”
Orange the Carrot put on a blinking hazard.
And Elmo-Grover? He flubbed above the freezer, waiting to catch the veggies in another inane act.
After all, one never knew when The Great Fridge would be ready for more adventures.
Read another veggie adventure here
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Original story by Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin. AI tags are coincidental.
Mirrors of the Mind by Michelle Liew is a collection of psychological and supernatural short stories that explore the quiet unease beneath ordinary moments. These are not tales of spectacle, but of subtle fracture — where memory distorts, silence speaks, and the self is not always singular. In these stories, what is unseen often carries the greatest weight, and what lingers is not what is shown, but what is felt.
