Underneath the Willow Branches

Decided to write something last night. I made a New Year's resolution to write at least once a week. I'm trying hard to keep up with it, but it's not going very well. This is only the 2nd thing I have written since making that resolution. I have such writer's block, it doesn't come naturally to me anymore for some reason. But anyway, here is what I started and hopefully one day I can finish it.

The willow's branches danced in the early evening breeze, offering a welcome relief from the searing heat as Becka and John plopped on the ground, backs against the trunk.
“We should have grabbed some good before we left; I'm famished.” John said, trying to catch his breath.
“Not like we had time you know.” Becka replied sarcastically. “We're lucky we had time to grab the rings!”

Becka reached into the pocket of her black denim jean shorts and pulled out a wrinkled manilla envelope. She turned it upside down, spilling two platinum bands into her blackened, sweaty palm. Her parents wedding rings. She picked one up and held it up into the sunlight:

'Til death do us part.
Little did her parents know how true the engraved quote would be for them. Her eyes starting burning and her throat tightened. She quickly wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and stood up, shoving the rings back into her pocket.
“Let's go John. We have to find somewhere to crash before it gets dark.”