Black and grey fine script tattoo reading Omnia causa fiunt across the inside of a wrist, in a lettering style.

Latin script tattoo on a wrist

Lettering · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A black and grey photograph of a wrist showing a script tattoo of the Latin phrase Omnia causa fiunt. The words are written in a flowing, fine-line script, with Omnia and fiunt set larger and causa set smaller and tucked between them. The image is greyscale with soft lighting and a plain background.

Lettering Forearm Script Latin text Phrase Wrist

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The umbrella had already gone inside out when Mrs Aske shouted across the lane, so I put down the box of wet plums and went after it. That was how I came to be standing in the rain at the far end of the covered market, holding a stranger's broken umbrella. Dad would have called it fate. He had a phrase for everything, usually Latin he'd picked up from a crossword book, and he'd tell me that everything happens by cause, which is not the same as happening for a reason.

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Nothing about the umbrella had been fated, as far as I could see. A grandson kicked a puddle, the puddle soaked her shoe, she lurched, and the frame caught the edge of my stall. Follow that thread far enough and you reach the council that never fixed the drain and the cheap tape I'd bought in bulk. Dad's point, I think, was that every small thing hangs off a bigger one, and if you trace it long enough you stop asking why and start asking where you were standing.

I didn't tell her any of that. I folded the umbrella, found the spring that had snapped, and bound it with insulating tape from my apron pocket. She tried to pay me two pounds. I took one, and she laughed and said I was my father's daughter.

His ledger is still on the shelf above the till, the ink gone brown at the edges. On the last page, in his neat capitals, he wrote OMNIA CAUSA FIUNT, and beneath it, in pencil, the day I took over the stall. I never decided whether he meant the umbrella or the market or me. Some mornings I read it as a list of everything that has to happen before I can close up and go home.