Bum Rush                                                  by                                          Mark Donnelly            Cessily worked on East 11th Street. She wore the standard jeans, a wild t , and a long sleeve black and red plaid shirt. Doc Martins on her feet for stomping around the streets .  Young, pretty, a bit more than petite with lovely skin that tanned nicely. Her light brown hair would blanche in the sun too so she would catch rays up on tar beach now and then .  The men liked it, the women around were a little jealous .       She finished her shift at the shop and headed home. She always walked home with a workmate or acquaintance. New York had become dangerous again in the past couple of years. They chatted as they walked on a warm late afternoon in mid-September . The cloudles