THE YEAR WAS 2081, and everybody was finally equal. They weren’t only equal before God and the law. They were equal every which way. (1)
Some things about living still weren’t quite right, though. April, for instance, still drove people crazy by not being springtime. And it was in that clammy month that the H-G men took George and Hazel Bergeron’s fourteen-year-old son, Harrison, away. Person vs Person (1)
It was such a doozy that George was white and trembling and tears stood on the rims of his red eyes. Two of the eight ballerinas had collapsed to the studio floor, were holding their temples. (2)
I do think this ending was effective, because it left you feeling sad, somewhat upset, and worried. It works well, because now he'll never know that his son died most likely. It also reminds you that this story isn't a happy short tale, but a dystopian warning story.
When George could open his eyes again, the photograph of Harrison was gone. A living, breathing Harrison filled the screen. (3)
It was then that the Bergerons’ television tube burned out. Hazel turned to comment about the blackout to George. But George had gone out into the kitchen for a can of beer. George came back in with the beer, paused while a handicap signal shook him up. And then he sat down again. “You been crying?” he said to Hazel. “Yup,” she said, “What about?” he said. “I forget,” she said. “Something real sad on television.” (4)
“What was it?” he said. “It’s all kind of mixed up in my mind,” said Hazel. “Forget sad things,” said George. “I always do,” said Hazel. “That’s my girl,” said George. He winced. There was the sound of a riveting gun in his head. (4)