Doubtful ballot

I spent forty minutes tucked in the little booth, drawing on my ballot paper with the stubby pencil. Nobody can look at you there. It's not allowed. They have to leave you alone to make whatever mark you choose. I drew a different thing in every square, six of them ugly and one of them beautiful. Then I folded up my paper and pushed it through the slot into the darkness. Tonight they will unfold it, and they will have to look at it, and make me count.