Bujrum -

She pulled out a chair. He sat. She poured coffee. Bujrum again as she set the cup down. Help yourself.

", Marko!" she said, her voice warm and firm. "Come in, you are home."

She didn't mean just walk through the door. She meant: you are welcome here, you are safe here, my home is yours. Bujrum

Elma smiled, her eyes crinkling. She didn't let him finish the apology for dropping by unexpectedly. She waved her hand inward, a gesture that encompassed not just the cool room, but her entire home.

"Elma," he began, looking flustered. "I thought, with the storm coming..." She pulled out a chair

The scent of roasting coffee— coffee, dark and thick—floated through the open window, mixing with the smell of rain-kissed jasmine. Inside, the room was cool, a sanctuary from the midday Balkan sun.

Bujrum (pronounced boo-YROOM) is a Bosnian word of Turkish origin, often used to mean welcome, please come in, or help yourself. If you'd like a different type of story, just tell me: What (comedy, drama, fantasy)? What is the setting ? Who are the characters ? Bujrum again as she set the cup down

Elma heard footsteps on the gravel path. She knew the rhythm: hurried, yet trying to be polite.